“Howdy, gents,” he said. “You new here?”
“Just arrived,” Roy answered. “Come in. Have something to eat?”
The stranger, a tall, big-boned man in rough clothes, entered.
“Not me,” he answered. “Had mine. Say whose flivver is that ’bout quarter of a mile to the north?”
“She answers to the name of Lizzie, an’ she comes when I call her,” Bug Eye replied. “Why?”
“Want to sell it?”
“Now, I ain’t thought much about it,” the puncher answered slowly. “She’s got two flats an’ a busted wheel.”
“Give you seven hundred.”
“Seven hundred!” Silent, sitting on an upturned box, looked at the man closely. “Is she worth that?”
“She is to me. Well?”