"He come back here after the killin', collected up his outfit, got a pack horse, and made his get-away?"
"Yes."
"Told you about it, maybe?"
"Yes."
"But not where he was goin'?"
"No."
"Still, you can make a tol'able guess."
"I'm not guessing," Casey replied. "That killing was square, sheriff."
"I don't say it wasn't," Dove admitted. "I got nothing to do with that. My rule is, when there's a killin', to bring in the man who done it, and let the law 'tend to his case."
"Good rule, theoretically."