I told him I'd holler if I seen you, but I guess you wouldn't mind ridin' over that way yourself." Drew brought his horse to a halt.
"What does he want of me ?" "Dunno.

Something about wanting to hunt and fish on your streams here." "Why didn't you tell him he was welcome to do what he liked?
Must be an Easterner, Logan." "Wants to bunk in the old house, too.

Seems sort of interested in it." "That so?
What sort of a fellow is he ?" "All right.

A bit talky.

Green; but he rides damn well, an' he smokes good tobacco." His hand automatically rose and touched his breast pocket.
"I'll go over to him," said Drew, and swung his horse to the left, but only to come again to a halt.
He called over his shoulder: "What sort of a looking fellow ?" "Pretty keen--dark," answered Logan, slipping down into his original position.