“Good-looking bunch, Keith. “A little weary from that long drive.” “Thirty miles is just a waltz around the block for that bunch. Some of them are wilder than a turpentined cat.” “Yeah.” Keith grinned, threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stepped down from the rail, and ground it into the dirt with the toe of his boot. “You better hope ya don’t draw that long-legged piebald over there; you’ll have your work cut out for you. That sucker’ll throw you from here to yonder.” “That’d tickle you plumb to death, wouldn’t it?” Johnny moved down from the rail to stand beside him. “Don’t worry, sissy-boy, I’ll be riding pickup.” Keith, an inch taller than Johnny and quite a few pounds heavier, slapped him hard on the back. Johnny pretended to stagger. “They’re gettin’ hard up for pickup riders, if ya ask me.” “What’er ya talkin’ about, Johnny-boy? I’m the best pickup man in the state of Texas. Don’t worry. I’ll get to you before he stomps your pretty face into the ground.”
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