“Where?” Sandy gave his pal a stricken look.
“Where? Why, the place where there’s more uranium than almost anywhere in the United States. But you wouldn’t know where that is.”
“Oh, no,” groaned Quiz. “Not the Four Corners. Not there! Ain’t there no justice?”
“What do you mean?” Pepper looked at him doubtfully.
“I mean Sandy and I have jobs there too, and Four Corners is going to be awfully crowded this summer.”
“Oh.” Some of the wind went out of Pepper’s sails. Then he brightened. “I’ll buy another round of Cokes if either of you is going to get sixty dollars a week,” he crowed.
CHAPTER TWO
Kit Carson Country
“This sure isn’t my idea of a boom town!” Sandy grumbled as he and Quiz got off the eastbound Greyhound at Farmington, New Mexico, dropped their dusty bags and stood watching the early morning bustle on the little town’s wide streets.
“Yeah.” Quiz wagged his head. “The Wild West shore ain’t what she used to be, pardner. No twenty-mule-team wagons stuck in Main Street mudholes. No gambling dives in evidence. No false store fronts. No sheriff in a white hat walkin’ slowlike down a wooden sidewalk to shoot it out with the bad man in a black hat. Ah, for the good old days.”
“Oh, go fly a jet,” Sandy grinned. “Let’s look up Mr. Hall. Funny, his giving us his home address. He must have an office in town.”