The evening sun had dipped beneath the horizon by the time Carver saw Sutter off in his newly acquired silver Jaguar. Carver was hungry, but he’d already missed supper with the hands, and he itched to talk to Bishop. Sequestered as he’d been in his office all day, he hadn’t seen Bishop since the man had stormed out after speaking with Sutter.
The bunkhouse was a one-level rectangular building located at the far end of the large corral with individual rooms and a shared porch. Carver knocked on Bishop’s door, and a muffled voice told him to come in. Carver stepped through the door into the dim interior to find Bishop sitting on his bed.
Carver glanced about the room. It was furnished the same as all the others, with a double bed, nightstand with lamp, a curtained front window, and a dress
