Billy had actually come to Sweetwater looking for work. He was ready to accept the job but wondered how much it paid. He’d done harder jobs for less work in the past and was convinced this Mr. Grainger would pay a higher rate than that. Before he had a chance to ask that all important question, someone else did?

“How much does the job pay?” Finney asked the question. He didn’t care what it paid. He still had some money left over from what his father gave him. He knew the other folks in the group would be interested. He told himself, he asked the question for them. Finney tried to write a description of Mr. Grainger in his notebook. The man had a robust build, possibly a ruddy complexion from excessive alcohol, his guess. Finney knew he would go. He couldn’t pass this opportunity up. This could be the makings of his first western pulp fiction. He would eventually well known across the country as an author.