“You knew Len’s wife?” Hashknife queried.
“Shore,” nodded Whispering quickly. “She didn’t shoot square.”
“Before he was sent up?”
Whispering and Sailor exchanged quick glances, and Whispering cleared his throat harshly.
“Afterward,” he said huskily.
Len was riding up from the stable, and the three of them went back to Lobo Wells. Len was plainly worried.
“I don’t know what to say to Baggs,” he confessed, as they neared the town.
“Take it easy,” advised Hashknife. “Just tell him that she went away without leavin’ any orders, and see what he has to say about it. No use rubbin’ him the wrong way. Don’t let him know that yuh suspect anythin’ wrong.”
“That might be best; I’ll do it.”
But Len got the surprise of his life when he went to see Baggs in his office. The lawyer was inclined to be dictatorial.