“No, I reckon I shot him. I never could prove I didn’t, except to myself. I counted four shots besides my two. Ben Kelton only shot once.”
Cultus threw his cigarette in the fireplace and dusted the tobacco crumbs off his shirt-front.
“Bad News never told me about that,” he said, as he sat down.
“Probably Bad News don’t know it. I never told it in court. What was the use. But there were six shots fired, and I thought they were all fired at me. Anyway, one of ’em brushed my ear, and I heard it hit a building across the street.”
“Wasn’t Ben hit twice?”
“Yeah. Both bullets went through him. I couldn’t see who it was, and they found me, lightin’ matches, tryin’ to see who I’d shot. They asked me if I shot him, and I admitted it. Mebby I did.”
“Didja ever have any quarrel with him?”
“No. His father was my best friend.”
“I’ve heard that part of it, Nolan. They fed me out at their place the day I rode in. I heard to-day that Marsh had bought out the War Dance Saloon.”
Blaze laughed shortly.