“You know I did?” asked Len wonderingly.
“I heard you.” Larry was crying now. “Me and Minnie promised never to tell. We heard you say: ‘This is Ayres, you dirty dog.’ And then the gun went off twice.”
“Good God!” said Len softly.
For a long time he stood there, staring off across the old town, his face like carved granite in the shadow of his wide sombrero.
“We never told nobody—but you,” whispered Larry.
“Thank yuh, son.”
“I dunno what to do,” said Larry miserably. “Minnie’s gone now.”
“You ain’t afraid of me, are yuh?” asked Len.
“No, I ain’t afraid of yuh.”
“Then won’t yuh try livin’ on the ranch? Yuh won’t have to have anythin’ to do with me—just live there.”