“I’m goin’ to make a trip to Gunsight, Jake.”
“Thasso? Whatfer?”
“Business. Leavin’ pretty soon.”
Jake Blue got to his feet and walked to the door, where he turned and squinted at Easton.
“What in —— do I care where you go? I’m gittin’ sick of havin’ eve’thing goin’ wrong all the time. If we’re goin’ to let that long-geared coyote run this country, let’s both go and give him room. We ain’t a —— bit better off ’n we was.”
“Takes time, Jake.” Easton’s tone was conciliatory.
Blue masticated viciously.
“Where’s Doc goin’ to bury Quinn?”
“I dunno, but I think Doc’s goin’ to start a new graveyard with Quinn. Said he’d picked out a spot back of town. Is that Hashknife person still here?”
“—— him; I suppose so. If I was you I’d sneak out the back way, Spot—if you want to git away safe-like.”