“Well, I’m much obliged,” smiled Brick. “See yuh later.”
“Come any old time.”
Brick and Barney walked back toward the office, and met Hank and Sam Leach, who were coming toward the commissary.
“Land any converts?” asked Brick.
“Got a lot of promises,” grinned Hank drunkenly. “Thish here polit’cal business is hard on the stummick.”
“Aw, come on!” snorted Leach.
“Foller papa,” laughed Brick.
Leach snorted and started to say something, but evidently changed his mind. A man was riding in on a pinto horse and Barney called Brick’s attention to him.
“That’s Mostano, Brick.”
The rider was of medium height, rather heavy, sitting humped in his saddle, his face completely shaded by a wide sombrero. He rode around the corner of the cookshack, heading toward the commissary building. Brick stopped and looked back.