“What or who killed him?” asks Glory.
“Nobody seems to know,” says a voice. “He’s layin’ up there in front of the store. Bassett heard the shot and so did several more folks. Bassett says that two fellers rode through town today, and he’s dead certain that they’re them same two cowboys what tried to steal the Godfrey place. Them two is likely the ones what done it.”
“They better not show up around this country,” states a voice. “I’m lookin’ fer them two, y’betcha.”
Hashknife pinches me on the arm.
“That’s one of the fellers what tried to hold me up for the five hundred dollars I never got. I reckon I shot high.”
“Eph went to see if he could get a little medicine,” says Glory, and her voice is high pitched. Then she adds, “But it wouldn’t ’a’ done any good.”
“Did—did she die?” asks Jim Sillman.
“She was my daughter,” says the old man. “My daughter.”
“This here e-state will need considerin’,” says a voice.
“My gosh, there’s Sol Vane!” gasps Hashknife.