“You recognise the description?” asked Hashknife.
“Joe Rich,” said Honey. “He made the stars and put ’em on a pair of black cuffs and he made the bone handles for his gun. Yuh say yuh don’t know how much he got, Len?”
“No, I don’t, Honey. But it was enough, I reckon.”
“Uh-huh. Excuse me, I forgot to introduce you gents.”
After the introduction they all sat down on the steps of the bunk-house and rolled smokes. Hashknife did not tell the sheriff about the shot that was fired at them in the dark.
“I dunno just where to start,” admitted Kelsey. “I’ve been huntin’ Joe Rich all over these hills, and now he comes back and robs a train right under my nose.”
Kelsey, who was still wearing his arm in a sling, noticed Hashknife looking at it.
“A little souvenir of makin’ a fool move,” he said.
“Yeah, I heard about it,” nodded Hashknife. “Joe Rich must be pretty fast with a gun, eh?”
“Fast enough,” growled Kelsey. “Funny, ain’t it? Here I was his deputy all this time, and now I’m huntin’ him. Don’t seem right.”