‘Any old time they monkey with me, they git what’s comin’ to ’em,’ he said warningly, and went into the house.
Nan shook her head wearily and looked at Lem.
‘He will drink,’ she said sadly.
‘Shore,’ nodded Lem.
‘And he’s just the finest kind of a boy when he is sober.’
‘Shore,’ agreed Lem. ‘Hadn’t ort to drink.’
‘Here comes somebody,’ said Noah, twisting around in his saddle.
Four men were riding toward them, traveling rather slowly, and as they drew nearer the sheriff recognized Peter Morgan, Spike Cahill, of the 6X6, Ed Jones, of the Flying M, and Joe Cave, one of the stage drivers.
They seemed to recognize the sheriff and deputy and increased their speed.
‘What in hell has gone wrong now?’ growled Noah.