"We want a word in private, Major," said Jenks, a tall, long-bearded man of most portentous gravity.
Curtis led the way to an inner office and offered them seats, which they took in the same oppressive silence.
The agent briskly opened the hearing. "What can I do for you, gentlemen?"
Jenks looked at Streeter—Streeter nodded. "Go ahead, Hank."
Jenks leaned over aggressively. "Your damned Injuns have murdered one o' my herders."
Curtis hardened. "What makes you think so?" he sharply asked.
"He disappeared more than a week ago, and no one has heard of him since. I know he has been killed, and your Injuns done it. No one—"
"Wait a moment," interrupted Curtis. "Who was he?"
"His name is Cole—he was herdin' my sheep."
"Are you a sheep-man?"