‘We’ll be here just before supper,’ grinned Sleepy.
‘You betcha.’
They finished their meal, and Noah invited them to come down to the office, where he talked with Hashknife about the Milk River country, naming over people whom Hashknife remembered, although it had been many years since he had been home.
While they were talking, Lem Sheeley rode in. Noah lost no time in introducing the two cowboys to the sheriff.
‘Hear anythin’ of young Lane?’ asked Noah.
Lem shook his head wearily. ‘Nothin’, Noah. Probably out in the hills. Didn’t see anythin’ of the old man, so I reckon he’s out there, too.’
‘How about the girl?’
‘She’s home.’
Lem tried to act indifferent.
‘Alone?’ asked Noah.