Perusing the different barrels, he was unaware of the two men who came in after him, until he overheard them talking.Perusing the different barrels, he was unaware of the two men who came in after him, until he overheard them talking. "Make sure you get enough buckshot, Enos," the first said. "Clem said we're gonna need a handful." At the mention of Clem's name, his ears perked up. He wished he hadn't drunk so much whisky earlier. It might've made it easier to hear now without that damned ringing in his ears. "Fine, Bart," Enos replied. "Just make sure you get the right kind of tobacco. There's plenty o' guys that'll get purty testy if you ferget." "All right, all right," Bart grumbled. "When's Clem coming in to town anyways?" "'Bout two weeks or so," Enos replied. "Now, let's git going." As they started to move away, Slade was anxious to hear if they talked about Clem anymore. |