“I didn’t quite get what you meant, Hartley,” he said.
“Better think it over on your way out, Regan.”
Regan turned and went to the rack.
“Thank the Lord it’s none of our business,” said Sleepy, as the men rode away.
“Don’t lie,” cautioned Hashknife. “Your knees itch for the feel of a saddle right now. You’re dyin’ to ride with ’em, and you know it.”
“So are you, Hashknife.”
“I didn’t thank the Lord for anythin’, did I? Let’s play three games of pool and then go to bed. I’m tired.”
“Will we play in here?”
“Nope, down at the Ranger. This Black Horse ain’t safe.”
Jimmy Moran lost no time in leaving Turquoise City. He knew the temper of the men from the Big 4, and that they would take the matter in their own hands if his father was willing.