“What are you doing here, Jimmy?” he asked harshly.
Jimmy’s lips were tightly shut and his face seemed pale in the yellow light.
“You let him alone,” said Roaring. “He’s my prisoner.”
“Your prisoner?” Franklyn Moran’s eyes opened wide. “What do you mean, Rigby?”
“Will one of your men go after the doctor?” asked Roaring. “If we don’t git medical help it might mean murder.”
“Do you mean to say that my son shot Moses Conley?”
“Mark,” said Regan, “you and Hank go and get Doc Shelley. Tell him to come as fast as he can.”
Franklyn Moran went to Roaring and grasped him by the arm, repeating his question.
“Oh, hell, don’t paw me!” growled Roaring. “What if he did? You led your men out here to do the same thing.”
Franklyn Moran turned and looked at his men. None of them met his gaze.