“What’s yore opinion, Chuckwalla?” asked Rance.
“Don’t never tell, Rance.”
“I won’t,” Rance assured him warmly.
“That’s the stuff. Didja see Angel in town?”
“I didn’t see him, but he’s there. The Eagle is closed.”
“I’ll betcha. You shore took the conceit out of him, Rance.”
“Did I?”
“And close to eight thousand along with it. Take off that shirt and I’ll wash it for yuh. Say, didja meet them two strange punchers?”
Old Rance peeled off his shirt and handed it to Chuckwalla.
“Yeah, I met ’em.”