“Daisies,” says he. “Daisies.”
“Not today, little girl,” says I. “I ain’t got no water to put ’em in.”
“Dang fool,” he snorts.
“That’s what I thought when I rode up.” I agrees. “From the looks of your pack I’d say you was on a protracted trip, I thought Art said the robber went south.”
“Uh-huh,” he nods, smelling his bouquet. “I got to deliver this load before I’m free to hunt outlaws, Ike.”
“For her?” I asks, and he nods.
“She’s paying for it, ain’t she?”
“Do you think I’d let her?” he snaps. “A feller’s got to do something for his sweetheart, ain’t he? I paid for that other load, too.”
“I’m going down and kill that storekeeper,” says I. “I did, too.”
“Haw!” says Magpie, when I begins to laugh.