Barnhardt swallowed heavily and tried to smile.
“That’s where Al’s girl lives,” he offered.
“He may see her,” replied Sleepy seriously.
Porter stared at Sleepy, wondering if this innocent-eyed cowboy meant anything by that remark.
“We came in pretty early,” said Marion, “and I wonder if the sheriff will let me in the jail.”
“He’s in the office,” growled Porter. “I reckon he will.”
They moved on toward the jail, and Porter turned angrily to Barnhardt.
“That was a —— of a remark to make! You ain’t got no interest in my girl, have yuh?”
“Not a particle.”
“Then never mind about her; sabe? You monkey with my business and you’ll get worse than Tex Alden gave yuh.”