"Uhuh! We named him Billy after you."
Corliss turned again to the window.
Sundown stepped to him, misinterpreting his silence. He put his hand
on Corliss's shoulder. "You ain't mad 'cause we called him that, be
you?"
"Mad! Say, Sun,"--and Corliss laughed, choked, and brushed his eyes.
"Sun, I don't deserve it."
"Well, seein' what I been through since I was his size, I reckon I
don't either. But he's here, and you're here and your wife--and things
is fine! The sun is shinin' and the jiggers out on the mesa is
chirkin' and to-morrow's goin' to be a fine day. There's nothin' like
bankin' on to-morrow, 'specially if you are doin' the best you kin
today." And with this bit of philosophy, Sundown, motioning to
Corliss, excused himself and his companion as they strode to the
doorway and out to the open. There they talked about many things
having to do with themselves and others until Margery, hailing them
from the door, told them that dinner was waiting.
After dinner the men foregathered in the shade of an acacia and smoked,
saying little, but each thinking of the future.
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