"What you going to do tonight?"
Tesno grinned one-sidedly. "Call on Persia Parker."
Ben pursed his lips and made a little gesture of resignation. Both men got to their feet.
"There's room in the east bunkhouse," Ben said.
"How's that hotel in town?"
"Fair enough. No bugs."
"I'll stay there, send you the bill."
"Now hold your horses," Ben said. "When did you get too persnickety to sleep in a bunkhouse?"
"Hotel's handier."
Ben glared. "All right, you damn bandit. Anything else?"