“I talk to him,” said her mother, and Dawn went into the house.
The prosecuting attorney guided his horse up to the porch and smiled a greeting to Mrs. Conley, who gave a short nod of her head in acknowledgment. He dismounted and came to the corner of the porch. Perhaps he wasn’t exactly sure of his reception.
“I heard about the trouble,” he told her.
“Pretty damn bad,” she said inelegantly.
Ryker mopped his brow with a clean handkerchief and came up on the porch.
“Met the sheriff and two men,” he said jerkily. “Out here, wasn’t they?”
Mrs. Conley nodded. Ryker cleared his throat harshly.
“I thought so. Know who those two men are?”
“Pretty smart,” she said. “Tall man tell Dawn what you tell me.”
“Eh?” Ryker blinked rapidly. “What do you mean?”