“You’ve got both of ’em on.”
“That’s right! I work from memory, and I didn’t remember puttin’ that one on. ’Bushed yuh, eh? You do have the dangedest times in this country. Two men? I reckon they’re tryin’ to kill yuh, don’tcha think? Looks thataway. Lemme see. Boots, pants, shirt, vest, coat and hat. Oh, yeah, my belt and gun. Now, what?”
“Saddle up and get out.”
The stableman didn’t wake up when they rode their horses out of the livery stable, and they headed out the Triangle X road.
“I’d like to know where we’re goin’,” said Bad News. “Bein’ the sheriff, I’d like to know somethin’.”
Cultus laughed and swung sideways in his saddle.
“I’m playin’ a hunch that most of the Triangle X outfit will come to town rather early to-day. Mebbe they won’t, but I’m playin’ like they will. Me and you are goin’ to set on the side of a hill and see if they do. This is Saturday, and ’most everybody comes to town on Saturday, anyway.
“And if most of that outfit go to town, me and you are goin’ down to the ranch and see what we can see. Can that Triangle X Chinaman talk English?”
“Not very much. He can talk Spanish.”
“That’s fine.”