“Has the sheriff been here, Wing-o?”
Startled black eyes looked up at her as she replied, just above a whisper:
“Yes, why?”
“And my brother, Mart?”
“He rode in, lookin’ for the sheriff, Nita. Wh-what’s wrong?”
“It’s about the—the holdup. Did the sheriff say anything about a pink tie?”
Wing o’ the Crow’s eyes grew wider and more startled still. “He was carryin’ one—all in a string. It—I know it——”
She came to a stop and bit her lips.
“I know, Wing-o; I know,” Manzanita said. “You think perhaps it belonged to Halfaman, don’t you? I—I’m afraid I think so, too. I’m riding now to try and overtake Mart. There’s something else. Mart has it. If I can get it away from him——”
Wing o’ the Crow was staring at her, her red lips parted.