Watching McSween glumly from the front of the Wortley Hotel next door, Dolan seemed to be trying to slaughter him with his stare.Alex shouted, “We have been out in the hills long enough. I have now returned and your ruffians shall not drive me away so long as I live.”Dolan said, “Duly noted.”The Kid took his and Alex’s horses to the fenced stable and corral behind the house, and he stole a flecked brown egg from the straw nest in a hot chicken coop where a lot of hens were roosting. Cracking the egg and eating it raw, he looked to see McSween’s two black servants, Sebrian Bates and George Washington, watching, but instead of scolding him for his thievery they silently waved him inside through the west wing’s unroofed kitchen.It was a fairly new, twelve-room, U-shaped house with an interior patio separating the wings. It had formerly belonged to L. G. Murphy but was no longer essential to him after he’d constructed his huge House, so he’d deeded it to McSween in exchange for his steep legal fees.
