“Dunno how much. One man pulled the job, Honey—a man who wore black leather cuffs with silver stars, and a bone handled six-shooter.”
“Leather cuffs with silver stars and bone—” Honey stopped and came in closer to the sheriff.
“Are yuh sure of that, Len?”
“That’s the messenger’s description.”
“Well, for gosh sake!”
Honey looked toward the house, shaking his head sadly.
“You recognize 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.”