‘It’s got his initials on it.’
‘Has it? He must have lost it in our corral.’
‘Looks like it,’ sighed Lem. ‘Hear anythin’ of yore brother?’
Nan shook her head. ‘Anyway,’ she said, ‘you couldn’t expect me to answer that, could you, Lem?’
‘I’m yore friend.’
‘And sheriff of this county.’
‘Yeah, I reckon that’s right.’
‘Who are those two strange cowboys, Lem?’
‘Hartley and Stevens. The tall one is Hartley.’
‘He has fine eyes, hasn’t he?’