“I’m the sheriff of this county,” he said. “Name’s Slim Caldwell.”
Hashknife thrust out his hand quickly.
“Pleased to meet yuh, sheriff. My name’s Hartley. Meet my pardner, Stevens.”
Slim introduced them to Reimer and DuMond.
“Goin’ to be around here a while, Hartley?” asked Butch.
“Long enough to see who got my bronc.”
“Oh, yeah. If you’re lookin’ for work, there’ll be plenty of it. Roundup starts in a week or so, and there ain’t too many cow-hands in this country.”
“We’re headin’ for Arizona,” explained Hashknife.
“Goin’ down where it’s hot, eh?”
“Why don’t yuh jist keep that horse?” queried DuMond. “He’s as good as you’ll find.”