“You bet I did. I suspect every man in this town until I prove to myself that he’s innocent. That it wasn’t him, is all right with me. I couldn’t have gone after Molly Kent’s dad. There ain’t no one else in this town with any strings on him as far as I’m concerned. I’ll git the man.”
Hobe knew this was not mere talk.
“What are y’u goin’ to do now?”
“Git busy! Like as not I’ll drift out to the ranch some time today and git my stuff. My address is where I hang my hat until I’ve put this puzzle together.”
Calling the waiting Tony, the two men went down the street.
“You forget anythin’ I said last night, Tony,” Johnny advised the Basque. “It’s out—complete. Git that!”
The direction in which they were going made Tony ask their destination.
“I’m goin’ to have a talk with Brackett. Let me do the palaverin’.”
The liveryman had not yet seen the corpse, so Johnny’s statement that the big stallion belonged to the dead man was a surprise to Brackett.
“Do you mind, Ed, if I have a look at the horse?” Johnny asked.