Lonesome went slowly out to the wagon to meet Jane and held up his arms to her. The crowd watched them silently.
“I been waitin’ for you, Jane,” said Lonesome slowly as she climbed down over the wheel.
He held her in his arms for a moment and turned to the crowd.
“Hashknife, I want you to meet my daughter; you and Sleepy Stevens.”
“Why, I know them!” exclaimed Jane. “They ——”
“Know us?” grinned Sleepy. “My ——, I sung all night to her once.”
A grizzled cowman leaned over the shoulder of his horse and said to Hashknife—
“You can prove all the things you said?”
“Yeah,” nodded Hashknife. “I sure can.”
“What about him?”