"He was on a faster horse than mine—for a while."
"Well? Isn't he now?'
"I killed the horse."
"You showed your hand, then? He knows you were sent after him?"
"No, he thinks it's because of a woman."
"Is he tangling himself up with some girl?" frowned the rancher.
"He's cutting in on me with Sally Fortune—damn his heart!"
And Nash paled visibly, even through whiskers and mud. The other almost smiled.
"So soon, Nash?"
"With hosses and women, he don't lose no time."