Moses Conley rode to the corral, unsaddled his horse and came up to the house.
“Was Ryker here?” he asked.
Mrs. Conley nodded.
“He jus’ stop little while, Mose.”
“What for?”
“Dawn.”
“Dawn?” Mose Conley twisted his head and looked at Dawn. “Came to see you? What did he say to you?”
“I didn’t talk with him.”
“He want marry her,” said Mrs. Conley.
“Huh!” The old man ran his fingers through his white beard, frowning heavily. “The prosecutin’ attorney wants to marry Dawn. That’s funny. There’s Cutter, Rigby, English Ed, Moran, and now comes Ryker. How do you account for all this, Dawn?”