“Hell, he can have it for all ah care.”
“He don't know that.” Martin threw a quick glance at Lorenz. “It's his first time to town, and the first time working with us. He was helping with the driving and cooking. He wants to be real important and ride up on the seat, not in the back like the baby. Y'all spoiled that.”
“How many head y'all drive in?”
“Three hundred.”
Lorenz whistled. “Just the three of y'all drive that many?”
“Yeah, that's all it takes. We're just in town now to pick up supplies.” He turned the team to the left.
The right side of the street was occupied by two sporting houses. A few of the women were leaning out of the windows for air and to hustle business for later. Like the buildings, they badly needed paint to make their pale faces attractive. Usually the w****s mo
