It was a long wait until daylight, but they realized that nothing could be done in the dark. They breakfasted on a pot of coffee, mounted their horses, and headed for Pinnacle.
“What’s our first move?” asked Hashknife.
“I don’t know,” replied Big Medicine. “I want to find Olsen and choke the truth out of him. Perhaps he did not lie, but it sounds like a scheme to get us away from the ranch.”
They dismounted in town and went on a hunt for Olsen. The town was hardly awake, but they found that Olsen had not been there that night. They did not spread the news of what had taken place at the Tumbling H, because they knew it would do no good. From a man at the Greenback Saloon they found that the sheriff and deputy were asleep at the hotel, after a night of poker. Hashknife mentioned Lee Yung, but the man had not seen him. They realized that they had not eaten a meal since noon of the previous day; so they went into a restaurant and had a meal.
The proprietor remembered that Jim Reed had been there with Olsen about six o’clock the night before, and they had gone away together. The proprietor remembered Hashknife as the man who had ducked Torres in the blacksmith’s slack tub, and told him that he had seen Torres the evening before.
“What was he doin’ here?” asked Hashknife.
“He wasn’t in here. I live out back of town a little ways, and I took some stuff out to the house about supper time. Torres rode past just after I got to the house. I guess he didn’t stay, ’cause I didn’t see him again.”
They paid their checks and went outside.
“Olsen and Reed together,” said Big Medicine. “Torres passes here about the right time. Torres is our man.”
“And Olsen and Reed are in with him.” Thus Ike vehemently.