“Didn’t, eh? Seems to me you was in a ⸺ of a sweat to get out there ahead of the law.”
“Did look thataway.” Hashknife did not cease smiling, with his mouth, although his eyes were serious.
“Just how do yuh figure this yore affair, Hartley?”
“You do the figurin’,” suggested Hashknife.
The sheriff glanced keenly at Hashknife’s eyes and decided to drop the subject.
“Oh, all right,” he said. “Yuh might come along and help us take the body out.”
“Yeah, I might,” said Hashknife. “But I don’t think I will. You’ve got plenty men with yuh.”
“Uh-huh.” Kelsey did not press the invitation, but rode away, followed by his three men.
Honey Bee grinned widely and did a shuffle in the dirt.
“That’s tellin’ ’em, cowboy. You’ve got Kelsey’s goat. I could see it in his face.”