“I’m sorry, too,” sadly. “It was a cowardly thing to do, Harry. But I can understand, I reckon. I’m glad it didn’t kill Kendall Marsh. He’s as crooked as a snake trail in a cactus patch, but I don’t want him murdered.”
He shook his head sadly, rubbing the palm of his right hand on an aching knee.
“Does Jane know you tried to kill Blaze Nolan, son?”
“I never told her, dad.”
“Well, let’s forget the whole affair. Are you sure Marsh didn’t know who fired the shot?”
“How could he, dad? He didn’t know anybody was behind them curtains, or he’s never said the things he did. No, that part is safe enough, unless Blaze Nolan tells him that Jane fired the shot.”
“Is Jane worried about it?” anxiously.
Harry shook his head quickly.
“Jane still—well, she⸺” Harry stopped.
“I know,” nodded his father. “Women are queer cattle, son. Now, about that meeting.”