“Sho, we’ll quit business when we can’t feed a friend’s bronc onct in a while. Say, was you much hurt, Kid? An’ how come it? Never knew you to go hellin’ around askin’ for trouble.”
“No, an’ you never will. I sure wasn’t askin’ for this.”
Byers had joined them. He nodded silently to Hugh.
“Who did it?” asked Budd.
“Wish you’d tell me that, Jim. He didn’t leave his name.”
“What’d he look like?”
“He felt like a ton of bricks when he landed on me. I don’ know how he looked. It was darker than the inside of Jonah’s whale.”
“Tell it to us,” urged Budd.
Hugh told the story of the attack on him.
“An’ you don’t know who the scalawag was?” asked the fat man when he had finished.