Roland was struck by the man's constant smiling denigration of his town ;iiul Barony . . . and the resentment of the outsiders which lay just beneath it.
"In any case, ye'll find yerselves working more than playing tomorrow night, I imagine. Hart's invited all the large ranchers, stockliners, and livestock owners from this part of the Barony ... not that there's so many, you understand, bein as how Mejis is next door to desert once you get west o' the Drop. But everyone whose goods and chattel you've been sent to count will be there, and I think you'll find all of them loyal Affiliation men, ready and eager to help. There's Francis Lengyll of the Rocking B ... John Croydon of the Piano Ranch .. . Henry Wertner, who's the Barony's stockliner as well as a horsebreeder in his own right . .. Hash Renfrew, who owns the Lazy Susan, the biggest horse-ranch in Mejis (not that it's much by the standards you fellows are used to, I wot) . . . and there'll be others, as well. Rimer'll introduce you, and get you about your business right smart."
Ronald nodded and turned to Cuthbert. "You'll want to be on your mettle tomorrow night."
Cuthbert nodded. "Don't fear me, Will, I'll note em all."
Avery sipped more tea, eyeing them over his glass with a roguish expression so false it made Roland want to squirm.
"Most of em's got daughters of marriageable age, and they'll bring em. You boys want to look out."
Roland decided he'd had enough tea and hypocrisy for one morning. He nodded, emptied his glass, smiled (hoping his looked more genuine than Avery's now looked to him), and got to his feet. Cuthbert and Alain took the cue and did likewise.
"Thank you for the tea, and for the welcome," Roland said. "Please send a message to Mayor Thorin, thanking him for his kindness and telling him that he'll see us tomorrow, at eight o' the clock, prompt."
"Aye.so i will."
Roland then turned to Dave. That worthy was so surprised to be noticed again that he recoiled, almost bumping his head on the notice-board. "And please thank your wife for the tea. It was wonderful."
"I will. Thankee-sai."
They went back outside, High Sheriff Avery herding them along like a genial, overweight sheepdog.
"As to where you'll locate - " he began as they descended the steps and started down the walk. As soon as they hit the sunshine,he began to sweat.
"Oh, land, I forgot to ask you about that," Roland said, knocking the heel of his hand against his forehead. "We've camped out on that long slope, lots of horses as you go down the turf, I'm sure you know where I mean - "
"The Drop, aye."
" - but without permission, because we don't yet know who to ask."
"That'd be John Croydon's land, and I'm sure he wouldn't begrudge ye, but we mean to do ye better than that. There's a spread northwest of here, the Bar K. Used to b'long to the Garber family, but they gave it up and moved on after a fire. Now it b'longs to the Horsemen's Association - that's a little local group of farmers and ranchers. I spoke to Francis Lengyll about you fellows - he's the H.A. president just current - and he said 'We'll put em out to the old Garber place, why not?' "
"Why not?" Cuthbert agreed in a gentle, musing voice. Roland shot him a sharp glance, but Cuthbert was looking down at the harbor, where the small fishing boats skittered to and fro like waterbugs.
"Aye, just what I said, 'Why not, indeed?' I said. The home place burned to a cinder, but the bunkhouse still stands; so does the stable and the cook-shack next door to it. On Mayor Thorin's orders, I've taken the liberty of stocking the larder and having the bunkhouse swept out and spruced up a little. Ye may see the occasional bug, but nothing that'll bite or sting . . . and no snakes, unless there's a few under the floor, and if there are, let em stay there's what I say. Hey, boys? Let em stay there!"
"Let em stay there, right under the floor where they're happy," Cuthbert agreed, still gazing down at the harbor with his arms folded over his chest.
Avery gave him a brief, uncertain glance, his smile flickering a bit at the comers. Then he turned back to Roland, and the smile shone out strongly once more. "There's no holes in the roof, lad, and if it rains, ye'll be dry. What think ye of that? Does it sound well to ye?"
"Better than we deserve. I think that you've been very efficient and Mayor Thorin's been far too kind." And he did think that. The question was why. "But we appreciate his thoughtfulness. Don't we, boys?"
Cuthbert and Alain made vigorous assent.
"And we accept with thanks."
Avery nodded. "I'll tell him. Go safely, boys."
They had reached the hitching rail. Avery once more shook hands all around, this time saving his keenest looks for their horses.
"Until tomorrow night, then, young gents?"
"Tomorrow night," Roland agreed.
"Will ye be able to find the Bar K on your own, do yer think?"