Cates laughed sourly.
“I’ll need it, Hartley.”
They shook hands with Hashknife and went back to their buggy. Hashknife watched them ride away and turned to see Sleepy and Honey standing in the doorway.
“We snuck out and listened,” said Honey truthfully.
Hashknife smiled at them and rolled a cigaret.
“It kinda looks to me as though the law is stuck,” observed Honey.
“It is,” smiled Hashknife.
He scratched a match on the steps, lighted his cigaret and turned to Honey.
“Honey, who is there in this country that likes Joe Rich and didn’t like Jim Wheeler?”
Honey scratched his elbow on his hip and blinked.