King shook his head.
“Not very good.”
“And what was his grudge against the man he killed?”
“Grudge? I don’t believe that Mac even knew him.”
“Hated you, did he?”
“Not for any reason that I knew.”
Hashknife nodded. He knew that King was telling the truth.
“As long as there are so many questions to be asked,” said Jack, “I’d like to ask you how you two fellers happened to be here at my place at this time of night?”
“Well,” laughed Hashknife, “we were tryin’ to get some sleep in yore barn, Hartwell. We’ve lost more doggoned sleep since we hit Lo Lo Valley than we have all our life. This sure is one place where it pays to keep awake.”
“You are not Lo Lo cattlemen?” queried King.