“A ride?” Bad News rubbed his sleepy eyes. “Where to, Cultus?”
“I’ve got a hunch.”
“Yea-a-a-ah? A ridin’ hunch at five o’clock in the mornin’? I don’t quite sabe yore idea, pardner.”
“Get dressed, Bad News. We want to get away from here before daylight.”
Bad News grunted dismally and began drawing on his pants.
“Goin’ to sneak up on somebody in the dark, eh?”
“Somebody tried to ’bush me this side of the JK last night.”
“Ag’in? Well, I’ll be danged! Where’s m’ shirt? Light that lamp, will yuh? Now, where in hell is that shirt?”
“Yo’re settin’ on it.”
“Oh, yeah; no wonder I couldn’t see it. You’ve got me excited. There’s m’ left boot, but where’s the right one? Funny how yuh can misplace a thing as big as a boot.”