Dave hunched his shoulders and scanned the faces of the three 6X6 cowboys.
‘And I’ll prob’ly hire my own crew,’ he added meaningly.
‘And far as I’m concerned, you can hire ’em right now, Morgan; I’m through.’
‘Same here,’ nodded Spike, and Bert nodded in agreement.
‘Yuh don’t need to go off half-cocked,’ said Dave quickly.
‘As far as I’m concerned, yuh can go to hell,’ said Bowen coldly. ‘And another thing, Morgan; don’t ever make the crack that any of us unlocked that safe. If yuh do, we’ll shore take yuh apart to see what makes yuh tick.’
‘I don’t reckon I need to make any cracks, Bowen. And as far as takin’ me apart is concerned, I’ll be right there, showin’ yuh what makes me tick.’
The three cowboys headed for the door.
‘Yuh might take Napoleon Bonaparte Briggs along with yuh,’ said Dave. ‘I reckon I can find a cook.’
‘He’s gone already,’ growled Spike. ‘Pulled out several days ago. The night the tenderfoot made us back-water with an empty shotgun, old man Briggs headed for Cañonville.’