“Gospel truth, Jim.”
“Well, he didn’t say a word to me about bein’ here.”
“That’s what looks funny to me,” said Briggs. “He’s no fool, Jim. Are you goin’ to ignore everythin’ Slim told yuh about him?”
Langley swallowed a mouthful of food, blinking thoughtfully.
“He’s got nothin’ on us, Boomer,” said Langley.
“Yuh don’t know a thing about him. Angel stayed in town, didn’t he? Drinkin’?”
“That’s his business; he’s of age, Boomer.”
“And with the brain of a five-year-old savage. He’ll get drunk and pull a fight with somebody. He’s sore at Slim Caldwell over that girl business. You know him well enough to sock him over the head and bring him out here roped on a bronc. By God, I’ve had about enough of him myself, Jim. He ain’t quite human, if yuh ask me about him.”
“If you’re scared, why don’t yuh quit?” asked Langley.
“The road is wide open, Roper.”