‘Yea-a-ah? Oh, shore. You goin’ to stay here, Jack?’
Fairweather shook his head slowly.
‘You goin’ to run this place yourself, Dave?’
‘I don’t hardly think so, Lem. May sell it after while.’
‘Where’s the boys from the 6X6?’ asked Hashknife?
‘Gone to bed, I reckon. Got pretty well loaded, all of ’em.’
‘You boys just rode in from Cañonville?’ asked Fairweather.
Lem nodded, lifting his glass.
‘Here’s how, gents.’
They drank together.