“I’m goin’ to join him pronto—but he won’t come back here, I reckon,” Toothpick said, with a grin at the sheriff.
“You know where he is?” the sheriff asked sharply.
“Yuh figurin’ on arrestin’ him?” Toothpick asked sarcastically.
“Yuh is a fool if yuh does,” the hostler warned. “’Cause your family will sure wear crape if yuh starts after him. I tells yuh the little devil ain’t human.”
“Of course, it’s my duty—but I’ve only been married a couple of months, so I reckon I’ll let the Wolf live a while,” the sheriff said with a grin. He turned and looked at Spur Treadwell and One-wing McCann.
“Reckon I’ll rest content puttin’ the rope around these gents’ necks,” he added after a moment.
Six weeks later he did.
THE END.