Much obliged." Foy twirled the cylinder to make sure the hammer was on an empty chamber and buckled the belt under his rowdy.
"My hardware is mostly plows and scrappers and irrigating hoes nowadays," he remarked.

"Good thing too." "All the same, Foy, I'd keep a gun with me if I were you.

Dick Marr is drinking again--and when he soaks it up he gets discontented over old times, you know." Applegate lowered his voice, with a significant glance at Espalin.

"He threatened your life to-day.

I thought you ought to know it." Foy considered his cigar.
"That's awkward," he replied briefly.
"Chris," said Ben, "this isn't the first time.