“The postmaster said you forgot to get it,” he said. “I was coming out; so I brought it.”
The mail consisted of a few circulars and a weekly newspaper.
“I asked for mail for you boys,” Barnhardt told Hashknife.
“We’re not likely to get any,” smiled Hashknife. “Thank yuh just the same.”
Barnhardt turned to the sheriff.
“What about that dog?”
“Not here. Mebbe it never left town, Lee. Yo’re not worryin’ are yuh?”
“Not me. I’d be just as well satisfied if it never came back.”
“That’s what I thought. Are yuh ready to ride back?”
The lawyer shook his head.