"Gunmen aren't the only toughs in this town," she said darkly.
"I don't take you, ma'am. Oh, you mean—them?" He pointed to the outskirts of Badger, to the red, tinned roof of Dutch Annie's abode.
"Yes, I do," said Hetty, flushing.
The subject was dropped for the time and they fell to discussing furniture for the house in Hope Cañon. Then, as he bade her good-night, Lafe remarked in a casual voice, as though the step were routine: "I'll do that, too."
"Do what?"
"Clear out that crowd. There'll be an awful howl all around town, but I'll do it."
He had gone a hundred yards when she called him back.
"Oh, Lafe."
"What is it?" he asked, returning.
"That poor creature—Sarah—you remember Jackson?"