Leach laughed scornfully and shook his head.
“Does it sound funny to you?” growled Silent.
“For the sheriff to lose his horse—yes.”
“Yeah?”
Silent squared around and studied Leach, who drew slightly away from the menace of the big man’s expression.
“Somebody stole my horse last night,” said Silent, after a moment. “Now yuh might try laughin’ at that information, Leach.”
“But you are not the sheriff, Slade.”
“No, but I’m jist such a ed good friend of his that it’s all in the fambly. I hope yuh laugh, you darned pole-cat.”
Leach drew back and his face went dark with anger, but Grant stepped between them.
“There’s enough trouble around here without you two takin’ shots at each other,” he said quickly. “Forget it, both of yuh.”