"I reckon your men will fetch him in, right soon. Panhandle got Sneed and a Mexican, before they stopped him."
Colonel Stevenson glanced at Cheyenne's belt and holster. Cheyenne drew his gun and handed it to the marshal. "She's fresh loaded," he said.
"Cheyenne emptied his gun trying to fight off the men who killed Panhandle," said Bartley, stepping forward.
"And you're sure they were Sneed's men?" queried the marshal.
Cheyenne nodded.
"I am obliged to you," said the marshal. "But I'll have to detain you both until after the inquest."