"Fine. Just don't be in no sour mood this whole trip. We've been on the trail for six days, rode the train for three before that, and you've hardly spoke the whole time. It ain't no fun ridin' with you when you're in a sour mood. Sometimes it's bad enough when you're in a good mood." John waited several minutes before speaking again. "I'm not in a sour mood. I just have a lot to think about." "Like wishin' you was back in El Paso with your new wife. The weddin' night must have been better than you thought it would be." "My wedding night is none of your business." "It is if it affects you so's you do somethin' stupid and careless when we're on the tail of a bunch of thievin' Indians." "It won't affect my work." Ken adjusted his hat. "I just don't want to have to go back and tell your wife she's a widow again. That woman has been through enough." He buttoned his denim jacket a little higher. "This is pretty cool weather compared to what we've been havin'." "It's always cooler on the high plains." She was so far away now.
