At other times Elkhead dropped back into a leaden-eyed sleep.
The most important citizen was Lee Hardy, the Wells Fargo agent.
Office jobs are hard to find in the mountain-desert, and those who
hold them win respect. The owner of a swivel-chair is more lordly
than the possessor of five thousand "doggies." Lee Hardy had such
a swivel-chair. Moreover, since large shipments of cash were often
directed by Wells Fargo to Elkhead, Hardy's position was really more
significant than the size of the village suggested. As a crowning
stamp upon his dignity he had a clerk who handled the ordinary routine
of work in the front room, while Hardy set himself up in state in
a little rear office whose walls were decorated by two brilliant
calendars and the coloured photograph of a blond beauty advertising a
toilet soap.
To this sanctuary he retreated during the heat of the day, while in
the morning and evening he loitered on the small porch, chatting with
passers-by. Except in the hottest part of the year he affected a soft
white collar with a permanent bow tie. The leanness of his features,
and his crooked neck with the prominent Adam's apple which stirred
when he spoke, suggested a Yankee ancestry, but the faded blue eyes,
pathetically misted, could only be found in the mountain-desert.
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