“Not very well,” smiled the postmaster. “He seldom came in here.”
“Didn’t get much mail, did he?”
“Not much. He used to get a letter once in a while when he worked for Jim Langley.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Oh, a year or so. Do you know him?”
“Never met him.”
Hashknife went across to the Arrow, where he found Sleepy watching a poker game. Sleepy followed him outside and they went to the stable, where they saddled their horses. Sleepy asked no questions until they were a mile from town, traveling north along the JML road. Then—
“Where are we goin’, Hashknife?”
“Jim Langley’s ranch, Sleepy.”
“Trouble?”