I'm going to town." Cash looked up at him from under a slanted eye-brow.

His lips had a twist of pained disapproval.
"Yeah.

I figured you was about due in town," he said resignedly.
"Aw, lay off that told-you-so stuff," Bud growled.

"You never figured anything of the kind, and you know it." He pulled his heavy sweater down off a nail and put it on, scowling because the sleeves had to be pulled in place on his arms.
"Too bad you can't wait a day.

I figured we'd have a clean-up to-morrow, maybe.