He set out cigars and liquors for his guests, and a general conversation ensued, differing little from what might have been indulged in by neighborly ranchers.

There was not a word spoken that would have caused suspicion.
Blome was genial, gay, and he talked the most.

Wright alone seemed uncommunicative and unsociable.

He smoked fiercely and drank continually.

All at once he straightened up as if listening.