The giant obeyed, his face working, unable to speak. The little man followed, making savage gestures with his weapon.
“You ain’t worthy of touching his hand,” said Riley slowly. “You ain’t as good as the dirt he walks on. Now get on your hoss and ride!” He raised his hand: “Listen!”
Far off down the road they heard a voice.
“Bull! Oh, Bull Hunter!”
“It’s Pete Reeve,” said Riley. “He must of guessed at some dirty work. Get on your hoss and ride one way, and I’ll get on mine and ride another. It won’t do much good for either of us to be found here by Pete Reeve.”
“Riley,” said Hal Dunbar, “the day will come when you’ll drag yourself on your knees to me, and I’ll kick you away.”
“Maybe, but it ain’t come yet. What I’m thinking about just now is that being so wise as you and me have been, Dunbar, don’t always pay. Here’s a simple gent lying here stunned. Well, it ain’t the first time that he’s beat the both of us. He’s lying there