“We won’t talk about that, Marsh.”
“I beg your pardon,” Marsh said quickly. He reached for a button on the desk. “What do you want to drink, Nolan?”
“Nothin’; I’m not drinkin’.”
“Taught you temperance in the penitentiary, eh?”
“They don’t have to teach it, Marsh.”
Marsh laughed shortly, but continued, “I don’t suppose you’ve got any loyalty left for the folks of Painted Valley, have you?”
“Loyalty? I don’t know, Marsh. Does it mean that you’ve got to stick to folks, even after they’ve turned yuh down?”
“That would be the loyalty of a fool.”
“Is friendship one-sided, Marsh?”
“What do you mean?”