“This is a quit-claim deed for my share of the darned thing,” read
Sleepy. He glanced sidewise at Hashknife. “Shall we get off and sign it,
cowboy?”
Hashknife shook his head slowly, looking back down the old road.
“No-o-o, I reckon not, Sleepy. Arapaho City and the Twisted River
country is pretty good now.”
“Pagans,” said Sleepy seriously.
“What do yuh mean?”
Sleepy grinned and reached for the makin’s of a cigaret.
“Worshipin’ a tin god,” he said.
[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in Adventure Magazine,
October 30, 1925. It is believed to be in the public domain in the
United States; copyright status may differ in other countries.]