Pete Domley glanced down at the pile of fish and sniffed hungrily. "They look downright good. It's a long while since I've had time to get any for myself."
"Maybe you'll stay and help us eat these?" Joe invited. "There's plenty."
Pete grinned. "I might just do that. Sorry about the cow. She stepped in a chuck hole and broke a front leg. There just wasn't anything else to do."
"I know. Thanks for taking care of it, Pete."
"Emma said to sell the beef to Les."
"Yeah, and I reckon she's right. Nobody here would eat it."
"Les gave me twenty-three dollars and seventy cents, cash money. I gave it all to Emma."
"You should have kept something for your trouble."
"It wasn't any trouble. Emma says you're going to Oregon?"
"That's right, Pete. We are."