“Go in and say how-do-you-do,” came the girl’s voice from the kitchen. “It’s my brother, Frankie.”
“Come here, Frankie,” said the sheriff.
The pair below heard light footsteps on the floor above.
“That’s a fine crop of freckles you’ve got,” said the sheriff.
Rathburn saw Lamy put a hand to his face and make a grimace.
“Listen, Frankie, did you see anybody around here this morning?” asked the sheriff.
“Who––who you looking for?” asked the boy.
Rathburn started; his body suddenly tensed.
“I’m looking for an outlaw they call The Coyote,” returned the sheriff. “Ever hear of him?”
“Y-e-s. Ed brought home a notice about a reward for him.”