After a month of travel, they came over a rise and saw a small farm. As they rode toward it, Lee saw a boy run into the house upon spotting them. When they rode into the yard, the door of the cabin opened and a man with a rifle stepped out on the porch.
The party reined up.
“Mornin’ friend,” Lee said in greeting. “Name’s Lee Masters and this ‘ere’s ma pardner Runnin’ Buffalo and our boy Sleeps With Dog.”
The man didn’t respond. He just looked from one of the intruders to the other with suspicious, narrow eyes.
“Uh…” Lee stammered. “We was just wonderin’ if there’s a town nearby somewheres?”
“Yep.”
Lee sighed, “Well, ya mind tellin’ us how we might find it?”
“What fer?”
Ah, he can talk, thought Lee.
“Well, we was figurin’ to get us a job of some sort and maybe find us a place to
