“Have yuh any clues?” asked Apostle Paul.
“Clues?” The sheriff wasn’t sure of that word.
“Yeah—evidence that might lead yuh to the outlaws.”
“We ain’t had no time yet.”
“Then what are yuh wastin’ it around here for?” demanded Buck.
Porter glared at Buck, but did not reply. He disliked this thin-faced young man, but was just a trifle dubious about starting anything with him.
“Well, I s’pose we might as well be goin’ along,” said the sheriff. “Mebbe we’ll swing around and look in at the AK. I’ve sure got a few things to say to them fellers.”
“God be with yuh, brother,” said Apostle Paul piously. “The AK is sure a good place to make a talk, but when the collection is taken up, you’ll find small pay for yore work.”
“We’ll make ’em respect the law!” snapped Porter.
“Yes, you will,” said Buck. “You better back yore law with an army. They may love yuh for startin’ trouble with ’em, but they’ll never respect yuh. My advice to you jiggers would be to let the AK alone. You’ll never find out who robbed that train if yuh try to shove the law down the necks of them three.”