“He pulled out almost at daylight. One of my swampers saw him ride out of town.”
Moran smiled thinly.
“I can’t quite figure things out, Ed. I wonder who shot Stevens.”
“That’s a puzzle. Looks funny. Roaring thinks that bullet that hit Wind River Jim was intended for Hartley. In fact it burned Hartley’s neck before it hit Wind River.”
“Somebody is scared of ’em,” declared Moran.
“Why would anybody be scared of ’em?” queried Cutter.
“I don’t know—but they are.”
“Who—Hartley and Stevens?” asked Cutter.
“No, the men who shot ’em.”
Ryker got up and came over to them, a smile on his thin lips.