"You look too all-fired industrious; I'd rather work for a fellow that lives at Los Angeles."
Bob laughed. "Just as you like."
But Noah Ezekiel ventured one more question:
"You workin' for Reedy Jenkins?"
"Not much!" Bob put emphasis in that.
"Where is your ranch?"
"On the road a couple of miles north of Chandler's."
The hill billy's forehead wrinkled and his eyes looked off into empty space.
"I reckon I'll change my mind. I'll take the job. How much am I gettin' a month?"