“Oh, merely a part of DuMond’s personal effects. If yuh want it, Slim will probably give it to yuh.”
“Well, all right,” grudgingly. “Where’s Slim?”
“Lookin’ for Rance McCoy,” replied Chuck.
“Same here,” grunted Butch. “You tell Slim my gang are at his disposal. Jist as sure as hell, old Rance killed Billy DuMond. Do you think he’s at the Circle Spade?”
“Not a chance. He’s too smart for that. If you fellers are goin’ to town, don’t touch the body. We had to drag it out where we could look it over. As soon as we get hold of Slim, we’ll have it taken to town.”
Butch promised to keep away from it, and Hashknife rode away with Chuck, heading across the hills toward the Circle Spade. Hashknife was grinning to himself, and Chuck sensed the fact that Hashknife was amused.
“What’s funny about it, Hashknife?”
“I was just laughin’ to myself about Reimer wantin’ to keep DuMond’s hat as a souvenir.”
“What’s funny about it?”
“The fact that Reimer recognized it, Chuck.”