“Oh, around up in the northwest.”
“Stealin’ horses?”
“That’s none of yore business; and if yuh wasn’t my twin brother, I wouldn’t be that civil.”
“Why didn’t yuh go straight, Harry?”
“Aw, don’t start preachin’! Slip the bracelets on me and take me back to yore jail. Heredity’s what ails me, I suppose.”
The sheriff smiled grimly. “Heredity! Why didn’t it affect me?”
“Don’t pull that holier-than-thou, Bennie.”
“Don’t like to hear about yore sins, eh? Well, it shore is funny to have you pullin’ a job in my county. Makes it bad for me, don’tcha know it? I can’t let yuh go, and it’ll shore reflect on me if I take yuh back. Anybody’d know you was my twin brother.”
“Yeah, we do look alike. Everybody used to say that I looked more like you than you do yourself. How far are we from Oro City? I shore traveled in a circle.”
“It’s only three miles, due south of here.”