“All I know is what Butch told me.”
“Don’t believe him, Hartley; he was kiddin’ yuh.”
“Did Glover ever have any trouble with DuMond?”
“Na-a-a-aw! The only man DuMond ever had any trouble with was Rance McCoy. Old Rance shore made Billy show yaller. Let’s have a drink.”
“You know Glover used to be a railroad man, don’tcha?”
“Yeah; a brakeman. What’ll yuh have?”
Hashknife had a drink with them and left the place. He had definitely established Glover as a former brakeman and Reimer as a liar. Ordinarily Hashknife would have paid no attention to the fact that Reimer had lied to him, but that he had lied about the reasons Glover had for leaving the Half-Box R made a lot of difference.
As he went back to the sheriff’s office he saw Jim Langley and Angel McCoy riding in from the south end of the town. Langley waved at Hashknife, who returned the salute. They drew up at the Red Arrow hitch-rack and went in to the saloon.
Hashknife grinned at the two horses, which were not the same ones he had seen Langley and McCoy riding that morning, nor were they the ones he saw in the corral at the JML.
Slim was lying on a cot in the back of the office when Hashknife came in.