‘Yore patient recovered kinda quick, Nan,’ said the old man.
‘Yes,’ she said softly. ‘How is Walter?’
‘All right. I asked him about that horse and gun. He never took ’em, Nan. He swears he never seen Ben Leach after he left the saloon.’
Nan was watching her father closely, and Rex noticed that her face was rather white, her lips compressed tightly.
‘Dad,’ she said hoarsely, ‘what happened down by the stable this morning?’
‘Eh? Down at the stable? Why, I dunno—nothin’ that I know anythin’ about, Nan.’
‘Didn’t you meet Peter Morgan?’
‘Meet Peter Morgan? No! I dunno what you’re talkin’ about.’
He turned to Rex.
‘What about you, young man? Who hit you over the head?’