He was so pre-occupied with his thoughts that he went by Dusty Fog and Mark Counter as they walked towards the Bonton Café for their breakfast. “Hey, Dutchy!” Dusty called. “You getting so rich you don’t talk to your old friends any more?” Bringing his horse to a halt the German miner looked at the two young Texans. They had been in Quiet Town for three weeks now and although still no puritan Eastern city it was far tamer than when they arrived. They had seen something of Dutchy and Roxie Delue. The girl was still running her freight outfit with Happy’s aid and making a go of it. There was no sign of Bronco Calhoun’s gang and the miners were getting their gold out without loss. “I’m sorry, Captain. I did not see you,” Dutchy answered, holding out his hand. “I have worries.” “A man’d say you have,” Mark agreed. “Man allus worries better on a full stomach and with a friend to help him.
