“He made some trouble, shot up two or three men first.” Fraser lifted his hand absently.
“Is that scar on your hand where he shot you?” Arlie asked.
He looked up in quick surprise. “Now, how did you know that?”
“You were talking of the trouble he made and you looked at your hand,” she explained. “Where is he now? In the penitentiary?”
“No. He broke away before I got him there.”
She had another flash of inspiration. “And you came to Wyoming to get him again.”
“Good gracious, ma'am, but you're ce'tainly a wizard! That's why I came, though it's a secret.”
“What is he wanted for?”
“Robbing a train, three murders and a few other things.”
As she swung from her pony in front of the old-fashioned Southern log house, Artie laughed at him over her shoulder.