Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry were riding slowly towards the town of Old Upton,Wyoming along a sun-baked road, heading west. Letting their horses walk was anunusual experience for them, and the men were enjoying a brief period of calm in their normally hectic lives. They were heading towards a meeting with sheriff Lom Trevors,for yet another discussion about an amnesty that had the frustrating habit of retreating asthey advanced towards it."This must be the longest day of the year," Curry said to his friend in a somewhat irritatedvoice. The irritation wasn't with his friend, but with the dullness of the trip. "Heyes, isthis the longest day of the year? I swear it must be. How long have we been riding,anyway? It seems like forever; there ain't nothing on this road to look at. Heyes? Heyes,are you listening to me?""Uh huh umm." Heyes yawned. "I'm listening. What?""I said is this the longest day of the year?""Nope Kid, that's uh, that's later." Heyes thought for a moment. "The shortest day isDecember 21st, so the longest must be July 21st. It's called the uh, ahem", and carefullyhe enunciated each syllable, "the eeeqweenox.""I didn't know that. That's got a real scientific sound to it," the Kid said in a pleasedvoice."Read it in a book Kid. You can learn all sorts of things from books. You know you reallyoughta read some more. It'd do you good. You know, after we get our amnesties, we'regonna wanna get good jobs. You're gonna need some education for that.""
we get our amnesties, you mean. I mean, here we go again, meeting Lom and for what? For another favor for the governor.""I know, Kid. But I don't see that we have any other choice. At least we'll get a chance totalk directly to Lom again, and find out where we stand."They rode on for another few minutes."Heyes, I don't see why we have to arrive so early in Old Upton. Lom's not gonna bethere until the 16th, and it's only the 12th."1