“No, I didn’t know it. A fellow don’t hear much about the outside world where I’ve been for the last five years.”
“Well, it’s good to see yuh back, Len,” declared Johnny, “and I’ll buy a drink.”
“Thank yuh, but I’m not drinkin’, Johnny. Found out I didn’t need it, yuh see.” He turned to Cole. “Who took yore job?”
“Ben Dillon.”
“Bennie Dillon, eh?”
“And he hired ‘Breezy’ Hill for a deputy,” added Johnny.
A semblance of a smile flashed across Len’s hard mouth.
“Breezy Hill? About as much fitted to be a deputy as I would be to be Governor of the State. He still drinkin’?”
“He ain’t never slacked up none,” grinned Smoky.
Johnny Harris cashed in his few chips, and a few minutes later he and Len Ayres walked outside and sat down together on the edge of the wooden sidewalk.