“Tall man tell Dawn you turn Peter loose if she marry you.”
“The tall man said!” Ryker stopped, staring at her. “Who told you this, Mrs. Conley?”
“Dawn tell me.”
“Who told the tall man?”
“Nobody.”
Ryker scowled heavily at the Indian woman.
“You told him,” he declared.
“You lie. I never talk to man.”
“You told Dawn and she told him.”
“’Nother lie. He tell Dawn. Pretty damn smart.”