“We said nothin’.”
“Uh-huh.”
It was evident that Angel did not believe this.
“You heard that Lila was goin’ to teach school?” Old Rance nodded.
“Yeah, I heard she was.”
“I wrote to Medicine Tree to find out more about her father—about Jim Stevens.”
Old Rance turned slowly and looked at Angel, his eyes as hard as flint.
“Yuh did, eh? And what business was it of yours? What do you care about him?”
“Lila wanted to know more about him.”
“Billy DuMond talked some more, eh?”