He was still hot on the trail and expecting every moment to have his horse shot from under him, when Monty pulled open the door and walked in upon him, swearing affectionately. Gary sat up, turned down a corner of the page to mark his place, and reached for his smoking material.
“Golly grandma, I meant to have supper ready!” he exclaimed. “But I got to reading and forgot all about eating.”
“How yuh-all been making out?” Monty wanted to know. “Going to catch a ride back to town?”
Gary licked the cigarette paper and shook his head while he pressed it into place. “No, the action is just beginning to get snappy now,” he said.
“Meanin’ what?” Monty paused in the act of lifting a stove lid.
“Meaning that I just put on a fight scene, and ran the heavy clean out of the canyon as per usual.”
