“Tony say they come pas’ Triangle X,” said Jules. “He say they see old man Marsh.”
“Is he sure of that?” queried Blaze quickly.
“Tony know him damn well.”
“I reckon he does, Jules; thanks.”
“Marsh is takin’ a chance, comin’ here, ain’t he?” asked Cultus.
Blaze seemed very thoughtful, as he replied, “Mebby he don’t know it, but he is, Collins; takin’ a big chance. But that’s what they call him—Take-a-Chance. There’s two men in Painted Valley who ain’t wanted. Somebody could kill the both of ’em, and no Painted Valley jury would ever convict them. I’m the other one of the two.”
“For two different reasons,” said Cultus.
“I’m not so sure about that either,” bitterly. “I reckon I was a fool to ever come back here. The world is wide, but these were my people, and I thought it might be different than it is. I’ve always had a hunch that somethin’ would turn up to disprove some of the things I’m supposed to have done; but yuh can’t prove anythin’ in a place where yo’re hated the way I’m hated here.”
“You mean to disprove that you shot Ben Kelton?”
Blaze shook his head sadly.