“Not if I can find mine,” smiled Hashknife.
“Lost horses are always best,” laughed DuMond.
“It ain’t so much the difference in the animals,” said Hashknife. “I like to keep what I own.”
“Well, I never quarreled much if I got a fair exchange.”
“You probably wouldn’t.”
DuMond took a good look at Hashknife’s gray eyes and decided not to carry the conversation any further.
“You boys goin’ on to Red Arrow?” asked Slim.
“We didn’t intend to,” replied Hashknife. “I’m sorry yuh don’t remember who owned that horse, ’cause I’d shore like to find the ex-owner and explain the difference between this bronc and the one he took from me.”
“Might as well take a look at the town,” suggested Sleepy. “We’re this far, so we might as well go on.”
“Sure,” agreed Slim heartily. “Ride along with me.”