“Yes’m. I don’t want to git dragged into it, ma’am. It’s none of my business.”
“And my father’s name was Stevens?”
“That’s the name.”
“And where did all this happen?”
“I ain’t right sure,” said DuMond. “It seems to me that it was in the Twisted River country. This feller that told me about it mentioned a town named Medicine Tree. It’s been a long time ago, yuh know; and I might be mistaken.”
“Thank you very much,” said Lila.
“Oh, you’re welcome, ma’am.”
DuMond got to his feet, thankful that the interview was over.
“I—I hope yuh won’t say nothin’ to Rance McCoy.”
“Don’t mind him,” said Angel quickly.