She stopped in the doorway and looked back at Hashknife.
‘I know what they’re saying. They think my father shot Noah Evans, don’t they?’
‘By mistake—I suppose,’ replied Hashknife.
‘Thinking he was one of the 6X6?’
‘Probably.’
She came back closer to him. ‘Do you think so?’
‘I’m kinda funny,’ he smiled at her. ‘They’ve got to prove anythin’—and then I only believe half of it. Yuh see, I don’t know yore father, Miss Lane.’
‘I see. What did the sheriff say about it?’
‘He didn’t say. That’s one thing I like about him.’
‘But I know he suspects.’