He leaned closer.

"You willin' to work your guns for me for a hundred a month ?" The stranger looked steadily into the tall man's eyes.
"You've been right handy askin' questions," he said.

"Mebbe you'll answer some.

What's your name ?" "Stafford," returned the tall man.

"I'm managin' the Two Diamond, over on the Ute." The stranger's eyelashes flickered slightly.