“And you think Rance McCoy deliberately murdered him?”
“I reckon that’s what the jury will say.”
“I suppose they will.”
After a few minutes of deliberation, Butch turned in his saddle and looked squarely at Hashknife.
“What do you think of it?” he asked.
“I dunno,” evaded Hashknife.
“I jist wondered. You’ve had so dam’ much to say about it. I believe in leavin’ things like that to the sheriff and the court, and if the rest of the folks would do the same, we’d be better off.”
“Some folks would,” agreed Hashknife meaningly.
“Some folks would what?”
“Be better off.”