Crumb grinned after he had closed the door behind them.
“I wonder,” he mused, “if that was a threat or a prophecy!”
A week later Slick Allen was sentenced to a year in the county jail for having morphine in his possession.
CHAPTER XIII
As Shannon Burke alighted from the Southern Pacific train at Ganado, the following morning, a large, middle-aged man in riding clothes approached her.
“Is this Miss Burke?” he asked. “I am Colonel Pennington.”
She noted that his face was grave, and it frightened her.
“Tell me about my mother,” she said. “How is she?”
He put an arm about the girl’s shoulders.