Tourists comin' through are scared to pack it themselves--but they sure don't overlook any chances to take a snort." "Yeah ?" Casey cocked a knowing eye at the speaker.

"They must pay a pretty fair price fer it, too.

Don't the cops bother folks none ?" "Some--I guess." Casey filled his pipe and offered his tobacco sack to the man.

The fellow took it, nodding listless thanks, and filled his own pipe.

The two sat down together on the knee of a deformed sycamore and smoked in circumspect silence.
"Arizona, I see." The man nodded toward the license plates on Casey's car.
"Uh-huh." Casey glanced that way.