“Le Moyne don’t interest me, Lee.”
“Sure he don’t. But he don’t have to interest you. Le Moyne is a handsome devil, and if I was in your boots—”
“Well, you’re not!” Tex flushed angrily. “I’ve got to help Marion find some woman to stay at the ranch with her. She can’t stay there alone. That —— tenderfoot from the AK was there when I left. His horse pitched him off in the hills, and he wore his feet out walkin’ to the Double Bar 8.”
“His name is Legg, isn’t it?” queried Barnhardt.
“Yeah.”
“What else do you know about him, Tex?”
“Not a thing—do you?”
“Only what Johnny Grant said. Legg told him that he used to be a bookkeeper in San Francisco.”
“Yeah? Well, he better go back and sling some more ink.”
Barnhardt smiled slowly.