“Do you intend to locate in this country?” asked Kirk.
“Me?”
Skeeter grinned widely.
“No-o-o,” he said, “I can’t say I am. I ain’t much of a locator, Kirk. I’m jist kinda driftin’ along—mostly. I ain’t got nobody t’ care where I wind up m’ li’l ball of yarn. M’ pardner got killed in Sunbeam, and since then I’ve kinda moseyed along.”
“We heard of Sunbeam,” said Mrs. Kirk. “A new mining-country, isn’t it? We thought perhaps we might go there, but there is no railroad and they told us that it was a long desert trip.”
“I guess it’s a tough place,” added Kirk.
“It was,” agreed Skeeter thoughtfully. “But there ain’t an outlaw left in the town now.”
“What became of them?” asked Kirk.
“Well—” Skeeter rubbed his chin slowly—“well, he rode away.”
“He rode away? Was there only one?”