The food was bacon, eggs, and potatoes, but it was fairly well cooked, and he ate with great satisfaction.
The men were very much interested in him, and tried to get at the heart of his relation to Reynolds, but he evaded them.

They were lanky Missourians, types already familiar to him, and he did not care to make confidants of them.

The woman was a graceless figure, a silent household drudge, sullenly sad, and gaunt, and sickly.
Mose offered to pay for his breakfast, but the boss waved it aside and said: "Oh, that's all right; we don't see enough people pass to charge, for a breakfast.

Besides, we're part o' the Reynolds' outfit, anyway." As Mose swung into the saddle his heart was light.

Away to the south a long low cloud of smoke hung.