She's been running pretty heavy---" "Well, go ahead and clean up, then.

You can do it alone.

Or wait till I get back." Cash laughed, as a retort cutting, and not because he was amused.

Bud swore and went out, slamming the door behind him.
It was exactly five days alter that when he opened it again.

Cash was mixing a batch of sour-dough bread into loaves, and he did not say anything at all when Bud came in and stood beside the stove, warming his hands and glowering around the room.