“And providing you could prove that he was the man who shot Hawkins,” added Dunbar.
“I’m pretty sure Red Steve was one of the White Caps,” put in Perry, “but I didn’t get a look at his face, and I couldn’t swear to it.”
“How about the man who came here and lured you out into the trail?” queried the scout.
“I never saw that man before.”
“They call him Shorty Dobbs over at the Circle-B,” said the Laramie man.
“I don’t think Dobbs has been with Benner long,” spoke up Dunbar.
“All’s well that ends well, they say,” observed Perry, “and I wish some one would tell me for certain that the present peace on the Brazos will last.”
“I and my pards will stay around here until we’re sure there’ll be nothing but peace on the river,” said the scout.
“That makes me feel easier in my mind,” declared Perry. “With you and your pards for friends and champions, Buffalo Bill, anything Benner can do won’t worry me much.”
“Buffler hes got somethin’ up his sleeve,” said old Nomad, “an’ I’ll bet a blue stack on it.”