“To give me a chance for a getaway?”
Ben Dillon looked straight at him, as he said:
“Ain’t nobody accused yuh, have they, Len?”
“Not in words.”
“Plenty of time to talk about a getaway when they do.”
“Thank yuh, Ben. I’ll come in and see yuh.”
“All right. Pleased to have seen yuh again, ma’am.”
They lifted their hats and rode away. Len leaned a shoulder against the porch and watched them disappear down the road. His lips were shut tightly as he turned and looked at Nan.
“You didn’t do that, Len,” she said.
“That part of it don’t matter,” he said bitterly. “It’s what people think. Sure, I killed him. I might as well say I did, because I can’t prove I didn’t.”