Marsh shook his head,
“No, we didn’t hear it, Curt.”
“Uh-huh. Wasn’t none of yore men, eh?”
“My men were all on the line, Curt. I traveled the line twice last night myself. You say it was over by the Morgan place?”
“Yeah; about an hour or so before daylight. We could hear it pretty plain. Thought at first it was the sheep tryin’ to bust through, but it was too far south for that. Must ’a’ been fifty shots fired. Slim told me to ride down here and see what I could find out about it. I came past the Morgan place, but didn’t see anybody.”
“Wasn’t anybody at home, Curt?”
“I didn’t go up to the house, Marsh, but there wasn’t anybody in sight.”
“Where are you goin’ now?” asked Marsh.
“I’m goin’ back and let some of the boys off for breakfast. Was the sheep movin’ any this mornin’?”
“Not much. I expect they’ll take their time.”