Man with No Name- Awfully Hot

He neck-reined his horse around and rode back to the dividing line between the greasewood flat and the sterile basalt. He untied the chipped and battered granite coffee pot from the saddle, then got the sack of coffee beans and tin cup from a saddlebag. After picketing the horse in a shaded niche in the rock near the pass, he collected an armload of greasewood cuttings, left behind by the ravishers.

Laying a sizeable fire, he lit it and nodded with grim satisfaction at the column of oily black smoke that began to mount skyward. He piled on more greasewood and, while it took fire, he poured a small handful of coffee beans onto a flat rock and pulverized them with a stone. These went into the coffee pot, along with a dollop of water from his canteen. He propped the pot against the fire and rocked back on his heels.

- Blood for a Dirty Dollar, chapter 16