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" Holley's remark startled Bostil.
"No--it ain't--sure," he replied.
"An' any mornin' along now we might wake up to hear the Colorado boomin',"
went on Holley, significantly.
Bostil did not reply to that.
"Creech hain't lived over there so many years. What's he know about the river?
An' fer that matter, who knows anythin' sure about thet hell-bent river?"
"It ain't my business thet Creech lives over there riskin' his stock every
spring," replied Bostil, darkly.
Holley opened his lips to speak, hesitated, looked away from Bostil, and
finally said, "No, it sure ain't." Then he turned and walked away, head bent
in sober thought. Bostil came toward the open door where Lucy stood. He looked
somber. At her greeting he seemed startled.
"What?" he said.
"I just said, 'Hello, Dad,'" she replied, demurely. Yet she thoughtfully
studied her father's dark face.
"Hello yourself. . . . Did you know Van got throwed an' hurt?"
"Yes."
Bostil swore under his breath. "There ain't any riders on the range thet can
be trusted," he said, disgustedly.


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