“Yes,” says Waldemar. “Yes, we are bound for there.”
“On a mission?” asks the judge.
“Mostly for a rest,” says Waldemar.
“You likely will be,” admits Magpie, “and there’s plenty of room in the jail.”
We goes to Sam Holt’s hotel. Old Sam sizes us up kinda close-like, and then Waldemar says—
“Have you three rooms?”
“I have,” says old Sam, “and two of ’em I’ll keep.”
“What do you mean?” asks Waldemar.
“Them two,” pointing at me and Dirty, “can’t get no room from me. The last shepherd what stayed in my hotel left a lot of his mee-nag-i-ree behind.”
“Your danged old hotel didn’t need ’em,” says Dirty. “You ain’t changed blankets since the battle of Little Big Horn.”