“Y’betcha, I did.”
“What names did they give yuh?”
Mica Cates glanced back down the trail, wiped the perspiration off his brow with the back of his hand.
“They ain’t givin’ away names, I reckon.”
“Yuh asked ’em, didn’t yuh?” snapped Loper angrily.
“Y’betcha, I did. Mebbe they didn’t hear me—I dunno.”
Loper hitched up his belt and strode back to the street. It was very hot and he had no desire to climb down into Sunshine Alley and argue about names.