The other shook his head. "No, why?"
"Thought mebby you'd like to ride along with me. That one of mine will be better for a little exercise. What's east of here?"
"Sand hills, dried lakes, an' th' desert."
"Then I'll go west," grinned Bill. "But mebby it's th' same?"
"It ain't bad over that way; but why don't you ride south? There's real good country down in them valleys."
"Ain't that where th' T & C is?"
The bartender nodded.
"West is good enough for me. Better get a cayuse an' come along."
"Can't do it, an' I ain't set a saddle in two years. I'd be a cripple if I stuck to you. Why don't you hunt up that Nelson feller? He ain't got nothin' to do."
"Just left him. Don't reckon he'd care to go. Huh!" he muttered, looking at the clock. "I reckon I'll eat first, an' ride after."
Shortly after dinner Johnny strolled in and nodded to the bartender, who immediately called to Bill Long.
"Here's Nelson now; mebby he'll go with you," he said.
"Go where?" asked Johnny, pausing.
"Ridin'."
"What for?"
"Exercise. He wants to take th' devilishness out of his horse. You got one, too, ain't you?"
"Shore have," answered Johnny. "An' she's gettin' mean, too. It ain't a bad idea. Where are you goin', Long?"
"Anywhere, everywhere, or nowhere," answered Bill
