“What made Big Medicine think we came here?”
“I dunno. Pass me that bottle, will yuh, Kohler? I never asked Big Medicine ’cause I didn’t talk to him. Lon told me.”
“Uh-huh.” Baldy glowered drunkenly. “And why did you ask for Torres?”
“I—I dunno,” Faro faltered. “Mebbe Lon mentioned Torres.”
“Very likely.”
“We’re all friends together,” mumbled Kohler. “Whatsa use of quarrelin’? Steve, my bottle is empty.”
“Just like yore head,” grumbled Baldy. “We’re in a hell of a fix, if yuh ask me. That damned outfit knows that we came here.”
“What if they do?” Thus Horan boastingly. “We’re here first.”
“I have my men watching,” stated Gonzales easily.
“Yeah—fine. They was half-drunk when we came. Hell, a railroad train could pass them two jiggers.”