“Well, I know damn’ well you know who shot me.”
Blaze shook his head slowly.
“No, yo’re bluffin’, Marsh; you don’t know. I got out of there as quick as I could, and I didn’t stop to try and find out who did shoot yuh. In fact, I wasn’t a lot interested in the shootin’.”
“Glad I got shot, eh?”
“Not glad, Marsh; just indifferent.”
Marsh smiled grimly. He was not used to dealing with a man who spoke honestly. “You knew it was some one from Painted Valley,” he stated.
“No, I didn’t know that either. I felt that you had made enemies in other places. I don’t know who shot yuh, Marsh; and if I did, I wouldn’t tell yuh.”
“Still backing up Painted Valley, eh? And after the deal they’ve handed you! Blaze Nolan, you’re a fool.”
“Yeah, I suppose I am.”
“Harry Kelton or his sister shot me.”