Every man was accounted for, even the teamsters, with only the few cuts and bruises usually associated with the rough saloons in Medicine Bow. Among those who did have enough money to buy more than a couple of drinks was Jake Bradley. Complaining of a bad head, he pulled his horse up beside Luke’s paint to wait for the wagon train to pull out of Medicine Bow. “I swear,” he commented painfully, “that bartender musta put some kinda poison in that whiskey, as bad as my head hurts this mornin’. How come you ain’t sufferin’ like me?” He paused a moment when he encountered the disinterested gaze from the ever-stoic scout. “Where were you last night, anyway?” It occurred to him that he had not seen Luke since he joined a group of the army teamsters at a back table. “I went to bed,” Luke replied indifferently. Jake shook his head in mock amazement. “I swear, you’re a regular hell-raiser, ain’t you?” “I had a drink,”
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