“I thought I heard voices out here,” she said, “but I wasn’t sure it wasn’t Whispering and Sailor. They converse quite a bit, as you probably know.”
“Well, I put him to bed,” grinned Whispering. “He was wrong about Amos Baggs gittin’ killed—he was jist shot at. Hartley can tell yuh the gruesome details.”
Hashknife explained to Nan, and then gave her the letter. He watched her closely as she glanced at the letterhead, and there was a worried look in her eyes, as she thanked him for bringing it. After a few moments she went back in the house.
Whispering urged them to stay for dinner, but Hashknife wanted to get back to town.
Shortly after Hashknife and Sleepy rode away, Nan came out to the kitchen and asked Whispering to hitch the team to the buckboard and take her to town.
In the meantime Len had talked with Knight at the OK ranch. Knight happened to have been in Lobo Wells when the shot had smashed through the sheriff’s window.
“I suppose they’ll blame me for that,” said Len.
“They probably will,” smiled Knight. “Some of them will blame yuh for not shootin’ straighter.”
“I guess Baggs isn’t very popular.”
“It’s his own fault, Len. He can’t keep his nose out of things that don’t concern him.”