“Can’t come too soon to suit me,” yawned Red. “Since Cleve Hart got bumped off it’s been kinda slow around here.”
“Hart was a —— fool,” declared Kales.
“Any old time yuh start monkeyin’ with women, you’re a fool.”
“Do yuh think that’s why he got his?” asked Red.
“Cinch. He thought he’d run a blazer on that shepherd and take his woman, but he got his shirt filled with buckshot.”
“Where’d this Sarg person figure in on the deal anyway?” queried Boots, who was with the sheriff when they arrested Skeeter Bill.
Kales grinned, showing some very bad-shaped teeth.
“Sarg never shot Hart. I know a few things about that long hombre, y’betcha. He’s a pistol fighter, Sarg is; and a —— good shot. Do yuh think he’d pick up a shotgun when he had a loaded six-gun in his holster?
“Sarg pistol-whipped Sunbeam town, so they tells me, and pulled out without a scratch. I don’t sabe what he’s doin’ down here, ’less he hired out his gun to the sheep outfits.”
“Do yuh reckon the woman killed Hart?” queried Roper interestedly.