“Thanks.”
“I’ve never seen a vegetable ride a horse.”
“It’s a wonder we never shot you,” rasped Oswell. “Lay off of Lingham or I’m gonna get off my horse and go a round with you.”
Dicky eyed Oswell and said, “Your threats are puerile and wearying.”
Godfrey and Lingham grew tense.
The rancher did not look away from the gambler as their horses cantered east. Charged, the twilit air thickened.
Dicky continued, “Not one of us knows what will happen tomorrow—all I’m trying to do is have a little fun. You’ve been a gloomy bastard since I met you at the train depot, acting as if you’re the only one who has suffered for what happened back then. You are not the only one, Oswell Danford: All of us have suffered. All of us have the same heavy, heavy weight on us, though you’re the only who thin
