“You talk too damn much!” snapped Marsh.
“Mebby they’ll hang me with a soft rope,” grinned Hank.
“If I had a gun—” gritted Alden painfully.
“You never will have,” said Hank rather gravely. “You’ll have to swear off shootin’ and drinkin’ from now on, hombre.”
Tony Gibbs went to Mendoza and knelt down beside him.
“They cleared Blaze, Jules. Can you hear me? Blaze is free.”
“Bueno esta,” softly. “Where is he?”
Cultus looked toward the doorway. There was Jim Kelton and Jane. They had heard what Della said. Cultus shoved his way to them and stepped outside.
A rickety buggy was coming down the road, and in it was Blaze Nolan, slumped back against the worn upholstering. He drove up to the front of the saloon and stopped the horse. He looked old and tired, but his eyes lighted up at sight of Jane, and he smiled.
“It’s all over,” Cultus told him. “Yo’re cleared, Blaze, and we’ve got the whole gang.”