“It does happen,” said Cultus slowly. “I’ve met the Kelton family.”
“Nice folks. Harry is a little wild. I ain’t never met the girl, but I’ve seen her. Good lookin’, y’betcha. Yo’re goin’ to be around here a while, ain’t yuh, Cultus?”
“I don’t know, Oscar. Mebby a few days.”
“Well, look out for Van Deen. As far as that’s concerned, look out for Alden Marsh, if yuh don’t want to get bit from behind.”
“Thanks.”
Cultus walked back down to the livery stable, where he questioned the stable keeper regarding the saddle horses in the Medicine Tree range, but the man was positive that none of the cowboys rode a tall, gray horse.
“They don’t all stable their broncs,” he said. “They’d rather save that four-bits.”
“I guess I’m on the wrong trail,” observed Cultus, as he walked back to the hotel and stretched out on his bed for a few hours of much needed rest.
CHAPTER VII: BLAZE INTERRUPTS A LADY
It was little Jules Mendoza who told Blaze Nolan that Della was back at the War Dance Saloon.