A crowd had formed in a large ring in front of the livery stable, and Steve could hear some of the men muttering in low tones.
“Three against one. This is gonna be a slaughter, not a fair fight.”
“Shut up. This is what he gets for knocking down Mr. Weatherford.”
“Was there really a woman?” His expression turned wistful. “I ain’t seen a woman in a dog’s age.”
“How the hell should I know? I was at the damned mine.”
“Well, if there was, it woulda been nice if he’d let us keep her. Ain’t been a woman in this town since Miss Sadie took her girls and left.”
“So why do you stay?”
“Beats the hell out of me.”
“At least we got some time off to see the fight.”
“Yeah, but we ain’t gonna get paid.”
“You better shut your yappers. If Mr. Weatherford hears you, you’ll wind up getting a taste of
