“Didja hear about the shootin’ at Jack Hartwell’s place?”
“No. What was that about?”
The sheriff invited him into the office, where he showed him the two bodies. Slim looked them over closely, while the sheriff told him the story as told to him by Hashknife. Slim listened closely to the narrative, but made no comment, except to ask where these two strange cowboys were now.
“Rode out of here a little while ago, Slim. Dunno where they’re goin’. By golly, I don’t sabe ’em. They don’t scare worth a ——, either.”
“Uh-huh,” reflected Slim. “Somebody stole that shipment of cartridges that came in last night. Hork’s yellin’ his head off over ’em.”
“Broke into his place? Who in —— would do that, Slim?”
“That’s the question, Sudden—who would?”
“The sheepmen couldn’t, could they?”
“Not very likely.”
“Uh-huh.”