“Drop that!” snapped Tex angrily. “Leave her out of it.”
“Oh, all right. But she didn’t talk as though she hated either of them. I heard her talking to them in Moon’s store a while ago.”
Tex’s black eyes snapped angrily.
“I want to know a few things,” he said evenly. “I’m no —— fool!”
“Well, you’ll not find out anything from me, because I don’t know anything to tell you, Tex. I’m no judge of human nature, but I’d go easy with those two men. I don’t think you can scare ’em. They’ve probably got a reason for running the Taylor ranch—for nothing.”
“They can’t scare me, by ——!”
“They probably won’t try,” smiled Barnhardt. “Anyway, they have no reason for trying to scare you. Tex, does their names mean anything to you?”
“Their names? Hartley and Stevens? Not a —— thing.”
“Ask Plenty Goode about it?”
“What would he know about ’em, Lee?”