"That's all right, Annersley. But even if you didn't get Brent, you were on that job. You were running with a tough bunch."
"Who's got my gun?" queried Pete abruptly.
"It's over to the station with the rest of your stuff."
"Well, it wa'n't a forty-five that put Brent out of business. My gun is."
"You can tell that to the sheriff of Sanborn County. And you'll have a hard time proving that you never packed any other gun."
"You say it's the sheriff of Sanborn County that'll be wantin' to know?"
"Yes. We're holding you for him."
"That's different. I reckon I kin talk to him."
"Well, you'll get a chance. He's in town—-waiting to take you over to Sanborn."
"I sure would like to have a talk with him," said Pete. "Would you mind tellin' him that?"