noon
It was December . The sun , however , was warm overhead . The sky was cloudless and the distant range of low mountains stood out sharp and clear against the sky . As Kid Wolf rode into the town , a hard wind was blowing across the sands and it was high noon . San Felipe 's single street presented an interesting appearance . Most of the long , flat adobes were saloons -- The Kid did not need to read the signs above them to see that . The loungers and hangers-on about their doors told the story .