Besides "Galway" Mike, who was reading the Pahrump County News behind the bar, there were three men in Mike's Place. One of the three was a stranger. He sat drowsily at the corner table, hat pulled over his eyes, whisky untasted. The other two stood at the bar.
The tall, dangerous man who had a rattler skin about his white Stetson was speaking:
"It's like this, Murphy. Right after the old man di...