He killed time there and met the sheriff on the street the day he arrived.

The sheriff had a memory trained to hold faces indefinitely.

He smiled a little, made a polite gesture in the general direction of his hat and passed on.

Casey swore to himself and resolved to duck guiltily around the nearest corner if he saw the sheriff coming his way again.
On the day when his time limit expired Casey drove up the gulch to Nolan's camp.

In the car behind him rode undisturbed his Canadian Club, Garnkirk, Three-Star Hennessey, Cognac and Tom Pepper; bottles, labels, government seals and all.