“Well, what do you want?” queried Jack coldly.
“Well, I dunno,” Sudden Smithy seemed uncertain. “I—uh——”
“Don’t move!” growled a voice at the door.
Marsh Hartwell was humped in the doorway, a gun tensed in his big hand, a scowl almost concealing his eyes. He looked like a big bear, reared on its hind legs, looking for fight.
“Don’t move,” he cautioned again.
“Who in ——’s movin’?” grunted Sunshine.
“Just don’t,” warned Marsh. “I seen you come, Sudden. Now, what do you want here? Better drop that gun on the table.”
The sheriff tossed the gun on to the table, and relaxed.
“I don’t know just what I did expect to find, Marsh. You know what happened tonight in Totem City, don’tcha? Hartley and Stevens got away, and I kinda wondered—we were headin’ for Jack’s place, but decided to come here first.”
He turned to Jack.