“No. I am simply stating a fact, and you know it,” calmly replied Grace.
“Why did you shoot my husband?” snapped Belle.
“Why did I wha—at?” gasped Grace.
“You heard what I said.”
“Who is your husband?”
“Con Bates. I’m Belle Bates, an’ I’m goin’ to see to it thet you settle for thet little job you did.”
“So, you are the wife of that highwayman, eh? I begin to understand. What is it you wish me to do?”
“Settle up right smart.”
“How?” questioned Grace, now smilingly.
“I reckon you got money or you wouldn’t be out on a trip like you be. You will write a letter to your friends, telling them to shell out all the money they have, to leave it in a certain place that I’ll tell you ’bout, then to get back to Globe as fast as hoss flesh will carry ’em, and then you all get out of the country, an’ stay out.”