Ben pursed his lips and made a little gesture of resignation. Both men
got to their feet.
"There's room in the east bunkhouse," Ben said.
"How's that hotel in town?"
"Fair enough. No bugs."
"I'll stay there, send you the bill."
"Now hold your horses," Ben said. "When did you get too persnickety to
sleep in a bunkhouse?"
"Hotel's handier."