A Good Day for a Massacre. William W. Johnstone

her a dollar plus fifty cents a day.”

      “We are?” Slash said, weakly.

      “Now, just you wait here!” Elwood took one more shambling step forward, his eyes even brighter now with rage and moist with emotion. “I won’t stand for bein’ insulted like this. I waited till three o’clock. No, no, wait! I meant five o’clock! I waited till five o’clock, an’ then I headed off for a drink and got lassoed into a poker game!”