“I made a getaway from the police patrol taking me down to Calford penitentiary for five years.”
“For cattle?” The question came backed by a fierce light in the black eyes.
The stranger shook his head.
“No. My brother killed a man who’d robbed him of a wife and seduced her. I held up the police while he made his getaway.”
“Is that the truth?”
“God’s truth.”
“And the patrol?”
“Guess he’s hunting me right now.”
“He—wasn’t hurt?”
“Not a hair of his head.”