Her mother, wearied from the all-night vigil, came out to her on the porch and they sat down together.
“Mose pretty bad hurt,” she said dully. “He talk long time ago. Long time ago he friend to Frank Moran.”
“I know,” said Dawn.
“Two strange men come,” said Mrs. Conley.
“With the sheriff,” said Dawn.
“What they want?”
Dawn shook her head slowly.
“I don’t know, mother. I think they want to find out who shot Dad.”
“Easy find out, Dawn. Everybody know.”
“I suppose.”