While the newcomers ate breakfast and talked together, about whatever folk from wherever they were from talked about, the two locals shook hands then divided up through the town looking for folk to recruit.  Were an easy enough job.  Didn't know how many folk the queer strangers were lookin' fer but that didn't really matter too much.  Two dollar a day per man, plus ten to whoever found that mine.  That were a pretty reasonable wage.

One of 'em run around to the Taxidermist knowin' he might be like to up the price on that cougar to make sure it got caught.  Damn things were makin it hard to catch smaller critters.  Truth be told the fuckin things were makin it hard to get much a anything done around here.  Sure enough the news got Zeke all riled up.  Old fool got up and come headin outside to see what were goin on.  He seen the town had come alive.  Morning was gettin on and folks were kickin up dust, ready to make a buck.

Number o' capable men and a few more weathered or still drunk folk had gathered around to try an' get in on the mine hunt.  Couple of older folk, couple a younger bucks with sharps eyes, and a good few that was lookin' like they was just roused from a deep sleep.  Ol' Zeke sent his bartender fella into the Bed and Breakfast to talk.  He come up and asked the party if'n they weren't going to finish the job and get that other cougar.  Said Zeke figgered he could rustle up a few men and get the job done with Kaufmann if he were up to it.