Chapter 13: DanielThe two men rode slowly into town, glancing at every burnt out building and the existing run-down ones. “At least there's a bar,” said the smaller, older man. “I do believe that lost shoe of your horse has slowed us too much.”
They pulled up in front of Schmidt's Corner and dismounted. Both were dressed in collarless working shirts, handkerchiefs tied carelessly around the neck, denim trousers, newer Stetsons, and new boots. Both wore guns belted at the lower part of the waist and tied to their thighs. They presented a picture of affluence rarely seen on the few passing, northward migrants. The younger man was taller, broad shouldered, and slim of hip. He tried to hide his pride in the black hair covering his upper lip, but he was young, and kept fingering it. His body a
