“If Buck will try and stay sober.”
“I reckon he’s sick of liquor,” grinned Hashknife.
“By ----, I hope so! He ain’t got no judgment. Well, so-long, and good
luck.”
Trainor had been drinking a little--just enough to put him in rare good
humor, and Hashknife wondered if he brought some liquor out to Buck.
Hashknife turned at the forks of the road and headed for Wolf Wells.
He wanted to get away from the two ranches and mix with people. He
felt that there was nothing to be learned from the people at either
the Circle Cross or the Tomahawk; so why bother with them?
* * * * *
In the Lily of the Valley saloon, Hashknife found Lonesome Hobbs and
Bility Edwards. Lonesome’s fat face was as placid as a mountain pool
and his eyes were round and solemn. Bility was also very solemn of
demeanor.
They both nodded to Hashknife, who invited them to partake of his
hospitality. It was then that Hashknife discovered that Lonesome and
Bility were gloriously, shamelessly drunk. Lonesome nearly fell down
in merely turning around to the bar.