All three people in the rear seat were wide awake now. Glenn Starr, dark, serious, in full control of his wits, drew the sobbing girl back beside him.
"Take it easy, kid," he said. "Earl will take care of everything. We haven't done anything wrong."
The other man, sitting on the far side of the car, pushed the door open and climbed out.
"Man, this is a storm, and I don't mean perhaps. Nice little ditch we got ourselves into."
Robinson and Roy Starr got out. Roy pulled his collar up tightly around his neck. He walked back a few paces and kneeled beside the snow buried corpse. Earl Robinson, tall, solid, stood over him as he pushed away the snow.
"Nobody I know," Roy said, and turned away so he wouldn't have to stare at the dead, frozen face.
Robinson bent over and pushed more snow away.
"I'll be damned."
The chest was badly crushed. Blood had frozen in the snow next to the wound.
"Hit sometime before the snow came," Robinson said.