CHAPTER 3For a couple of days we had perfect peace at the ranch. We don’t do a danged thing—much, except set around and wait for trouble. Windy insists that the Bar 20 is going to make trouble for us; so we polishes up all the guns and waits for the explosion.
Bowers pesticates up our way and sets down with us. I reckon he’s lost so much stock that it’s on his mind all the time.
“I’ll be busted in a little while,” he wails. “I just sets there and watches my money disappear. Was over to the Bar 20 yeste’-day. Doctor don’t know yet if Baldy will pull through or not. I asked Snag if he had any suspicions who shot Baldy, and he said he sure did. I asked him who.”
“He told yuh it was none of your business,” says Hashknife.
Bowers looks at Hashknife queer-like and then says—
“How did yuh kn
