“Nobody disputin’ yuh, pardner. I wonder if them blood-huntin’ jiggers have pulled out, or are they waitin’ for one of us to show up.”
Hashknife went to a window and peered out. It was getting lighter, and the east glowed from the coming sunrise. There was no one in sight. A horse was coming into the place, and Hashknife watched it approach the house.
“Here comes the bronc the lady tried to ride,” he announced. “It’s got the saddle under its belly.”
“See any signs of our enemy?” asked Sleepy.
“Nope. I reckon they was afraid to be seen in the light.”
The three of them went outside and removed the saddle from Molly’s horse, and Jack offered them the use of the animal to ride back to Totem City and the offer was accepted. They put the saddle back on the horse and Hashknife lengthened the stirrups.
“We’ll leave yore animal in the stable,” said Hashknife as he shook hands with Jack. “Mebbe well see yuh later. We didn’t intend to stay here, but after what happened a while ago, we feel like stickin’ around a while.”
“To find out who shot at yuh?”
“Yeah, they kinda made us curious.”
Jack grinned seriously.