“You got it yet?” asked Cultus.
Tony shook his head and grinned widely.
“Had pearl handles. Pretty gun, that one was, but it didn’t shoot good; so I traded it to Hank North, out at the Triangle X, for a good forty-five.”
Cultus grinned to himself. The trail was getting warmer now.
“Hank North likes a pretty gun, eh?” he asked.
“He said it would make a good tradin’ gun.”
“How long ago did yuh make the trade, Tony?”
“That gun? Oh, six, seven months ago. I don’t remember how long.”
“Have you known Terry Ione very long?”
Tony shook his head quickly.