“You weren’t out here last night, were you?” she asked.
Hashknife shook his head.
“We’re strangers, Miss Conley.”
“I know. I heard your name mentioned. Mr. Moran and Mr. Cutter were talking about you a while ago.”
“That so?” smiled Hashknife. “What about?”
“I just heard a little of it. Cutter said he heard you were a cattle detective. Moran said he didn’t know anything about you. Regan laughed and said you accused English Ed Holmes of being a former bootlegger to the Indians.”
“That last part is true enough,” nodded Hashknife. “Do you know Holmes very well?”
“Not very well.”
“His outfit is responsible for your brother bein’ in jail, I understand.”
“They cheated Peter,” she said quickly.