Fowler. "And where is there a peaceful person in Lost Chief?"
"Douglas," said Charleton, "when you are as old as I am you'll realize that Lost Chief is as near heaven as man can hope to get. A poke of salt and a gun on your saddle, a blanket tied behind, a good horse under you, the Persian poet in your pocket, all time and the ranges before you, and what more could mortal man desire?"
"A woman, you've always said before," grunted Douglas.
"I was holding back out of respect to the sky pilot," laughed Charleton. "But since you mentioned it, there's Inez, who's always ready for a trip."
Mr. Fowler shot a quick look at Douglas, who again grunted indifferently and rolled a cigarette.
"Are you and Douglas partners, Falkner?" asked the preacher.
"Once in a while. Why are you herding sheep, Fowler? This herd yours?"
"No. They belong to a Denver man. I'm herding because I couldn't keep a church together."
Charleton nodded. "The day of the church is over."
There was silence during which Charleton devoured beans, Douglas smoked, and the preacher sat with his eyes on the slow moving herd.
Finally Charleton said, "And why do you think something is the matter with Lost Chief, Douglas?"
"In other parts of the country," replied Douglas, his blue eyes fixed unwaveringly on Charleton's dark face, "among people of our kind and breed, a girl like Judith couldn't run with a girl like Inez and be considered decent. And a couple like Jimmy and Little Marion couldn't have a party a week after they were married,
