‘Oh, you’re welcome. Only I don’t like that Mister part. I answers to “Lem” pretty well.’
‘All right, Lem.’
‘Gosh!’ Lem turned with a big grin. ‘What I’ll tell old Pete Morgan will be a-plenty, ma’am.’
‘My friends call me Nan.’
‘That shore is a pretty name, Nan. You tell yore brother that the law’ll give him a square deal. Only I wish he hadn’t took Ben’s gun and horse. That looks bad. Well, I’ll see yuh later.’
As Nan turned to go into the house, Rex was standing in the doorway. He had been fully dressed, except for his shoes and coat; so it had been a simple matter to make himself presentable.
‘What did he mean by saying that I am crazy?’ he demanded.
Nan colored quickly, realizing that Rex had heard what the sheriff had said.
‘Oh, I don’t know,’ she said dubiously.
Rex watched the expression of her face for several moments.