They reckon all hell needs to make
it decent is water and a few good folks!
THE GHOSTER CALLED BOWIE
“I can just see them now — cattlemen, sodbusters, Mormons, miners — the lot, traveling west on the Utah Trail, and Bowie the first town in sixty miles.”
“Town?” Bannon scoffed, stretching his back.
“Yeah, town. All this place needs is a few good people.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Shalako replied absently, only half-hearing.
Bannon grinned slyly.
“They reckon all hell needs to make it decent is water and a few good folks!”
Shalako laughed and swept off his hat, then slammed Bannon across the shoulders with it.
“Never mind the smart-ass remarks, you saddle-stiff Texan. I know you’re as darned excited about this as I am. Come on, let’s take a look at my hotel. I reckon I’ll call her the Texas House.”