But further than that neither of them was willing to commit himself.
‘Found any trace of Long Lane?’ asked Dave Morgan.
‘Not any,’ said the sheriff.
‘Lookin’ for any?’ asked Spike sarcastically.
‘That’s my business, Spike. And I don’t need any bushwhackin’ help from the 6X6. You fellers better keep away from Lane’s place. Accordin’ to law he owns that ranch, and he’s given yuh plenty of warnin’.’
Spike subsided. He knew Lem Sheeley to be a two-fisted fighter and a fast man with a gun; so there would be little satisfaction gained in starting trouble with him.
‘You evidently don’t consider Long Lane a murderer, do yuh, Lem?’ asked Dave Morgan.
‘Why should I? Ben Leach followed him, didn’t he? He didn’t have any idea of kissin’ Lane when they met, did he? No, I don’t consider it murder, Dave.’
‘But Lane took his gun and horse. Yuh might at least arrest him for stealin’ the horse,’ said Spike.
‘Do you know he took the horse?’