Apostle Paul nodded quickly.
“Yeah. Been back on Yellow Horn mesa, lookin’ for cattle.”
“Way up there, eh?” said the sheriff. “Quite a ride.”
“Went up yesterday,” offered Buck.
“Uh-huh,” the sheriff eased himself in the saddle. “Then yuh wasn’t around here last night, eh?”
“Nope. Why?”
“Didn’t yuh hear about the hold-up?”
“Hold-up?” Taylor shook his head. “Where?”
“Last night,” said Porter, “the train was robbed between Broken Cañon and Blue Wells. They got the Santa Rita pay-roll.”
“Well, I’ll be darned!” exclaimed Taylor. “Anybody hurt?”