Next morning when Lane awoke he was surprised to see things tidied up and very much like one big room. The rifles had been dried and whipped down with the oily rag, then placed in a corner.
"Breakfast is ready"."
"Thank you, I"m starved."
"You"re welcome."
"Thanks for taking care of the rifles too."
"It was the least I could do."
"How"s your leg?"
"It feels good."
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Yes, there is no reason to lie."
"That"s true enough, just be sure and take it easy."
"I"m being as careful as I can be."
"Please keep on being careful, you"re in the fifth week if I"m counting right so let"s not try and mess it up now."
"I"m pretty sure that"s right."
"Another week and will take the splint off."
"That"ll be great."
"I"m sure that it will."
He got
