Jack Baum came running from the corral, stopped long enough to look down at Sleepy, and dashed into the house. Baldy whirled from the open window, holding his smoking gun, and laughed loudly.
“Got him,” he said, indicating the open window.
He walked over to Hashknife and looked down at him, his face registering great satisfaction. Lee Yung was on his knees beside Hashknife, examining his head.
“Not hurt much,” said the c******n. “He’ll wake up in a few minutes.”
Kohler grinned with satisfaction and stepped back to the window. His expression changed and he darted for the door, mouthing a curse. He flung open the door and stepped out, swinging up his rifle.
There was only one horse in the yard and no dead man. About two hundred yards down the road went Sleepy, riding madly toward Pinnac
