I said. The face broke into a grin. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by.” “How in the world…?” “Carl Mann back at the Number Ten, he said you two lit out of his place like a couple of jackrabbits with their butts on fire. And since it wasn’t any of my business, thought I’d follow after. Figured it was trouble. You boys sure don’t slow down much for a man that’s following you.” Hickok took a pair of blue spectacles from his pocket and put them on. “This damn light.” He looked at Honest Roy, who was eyeing him strangely. “I’d rather you not say anything about these spectacles. I’d rather not have it known.” “Not a word,” Roy said. “Now,” Hickok said, “what are you boys doing lurking around up here?” “It’s a long story, Bill.” “I haven’t got a date, get on with it.” So I told him. Told him everything. About Bucklaw. About our mine. When I was finished Hickok removed the black sombrero and ran his fingers through his long blonde hair.
