“She went, —— it!”
“Anybody around here got any intelligence?” asks Hashknife, looking around, and then he sees the bartender.
“What happened?” asks Hashknife.
“I didn’t see it all,” says the bartender. “I heard somebody yell that here comes the sheriff and some feller with a lady, and I just got to the door when I hears a gun pop, and I seen Peeler’s horse buckin’ across the street, draggin’ Peeler. Then I sees Snag Thorn running for his horse and I seen a female on a horse runnin’ down the street. The sheriff took a shot at somebody—I think it was Snag, but he didn’t hit him.”
“The lady shot Peeler,” says a skinny puncher.
“She did not!” declares a little bow-legged puncher. “That first shot hit the casing of the store door right beside me. Snag Thorn killed Peeler.”
“Just the same, she shot at somebody.”
“Mebbe it was me then,” grins bow-legs.
“Where’d the sheriff go?” asks Windy.
“To his office, I reckon,” says the bartender. “Him and Bowers was together.”