‘Well, the horse is gone, ain’t it?’
‘Does that prove Lane took it?’
‘Oh, hell!’ snorted Spike. ‘You talk in circles and ask questions all the time. C’mon, Bert.’
Bert was willing to leave, and a few minutes later Dave Morgan and Cal Dickenson left the saloon.
In the meantime Nan Lane had put a fresh bandage on Rex Morgan’s head, and he sprawled back in a rocker, watching her working around the room.
‘Where is your father?’ he asked suddenly.
Nan shook her head. ‘Out in the hills somewhere.’
‘With your brother?’
‘I can’t answer that question.’
‘Have you a sweetheart?’