It was sunset when he left his cabin.

Montana Jim and Lem hailed as he went by.

Wade paused to listen to their good-natured raillery.
"See hyar, Bent, this ain't Sunday," said Lem.
"You're spruced up powerful fine.

What's it fer ?" added Montana.
"Boss asked me down to supper.' "Wal, you lucky son-of-a-gun! An' hyar we've no invite," returned Lem.
"Say, Wade, I heerd Buster Jack roarin' at you.

I was ridin' in by the storehouse....