“You can’t, Pete; he’s the judge.”
“He’s good man.”
“Uh-huh—shore, but he can’t see you until you walk into his courtroom. You’ll have to hire a lawyer, I reckon.”
“What for?”
“To prove you didn’t kill Mallette.”
“What lawyer see who kill him?”
“Oh, hell, there you are, Wind River!” exploded Roaring. “Can you imagine that? What lawyer seen who shot him?”
“I dunno,” said Wind River innocently. “Did any?”
Roaring stared open-mouthed at Wind River. Finally he closed his mouth and shook his head sadly.
“Well, I reckon it’s all right,” he said resignedly. “I hired you because you was honest, Wind River.”