Sleed did not look at her as he said, “When is he goin’ to start teachin’, Luck?”
“Tomorrow,” eagerly.
“Oh, tomorrow. I reckon that’ll be all right—tomorrow.”
Sleed went out of the door and Luck watched him go down the rocky trail to the street, but he did not turn and wave at her as he usually did.
Suddenly he stopped, turned and came slowly back up the trail to the doorway.
“Luck, I wish you’d stay off the street tonight,” he said.
“Why?” she asked. It was the first time he had ever requested her to keep away from the street.
“I’m afraid yuh might get hurt. There’s a bunch comin’ up from Cactus City tonight, and they might get rough. I can’t afford to have anything happen to my Luck.”