Tatanka and Nate exchanged glances and smiled. “Yes, S’unka,” Tatanka answered, “Lee Masters sick.”
After breakfast, which Lee skipped, they all went down to the livery. Tatanka and Sleeps With Dog had cleaned up the meal and were eager to learn what they would be doing for Nate to help him with his business.
The horses were fed, watered and their stalls cleaned. Fresh straw was spread, while the men and Sleeps With Dog made plans for the day.
“I would suggest Charlie Birk first,” Nate was saying. “Ed has that fucker, Kalub O’Brian working for him. He’s the guy that was leading the charge in here last night. He’s such a shit. Don’t want to go anywhere near him, if you can help it.”