“He told me.”
“That ain't enough, Arlie. If he did, you kept it quiet. We all had a right to know.”
“If you had asked him, he would have told you.”
“I ain't so sure he would. Anyhow, I don't like it. I believe he is here to get the man I told you of. Mebbe that ain't all.”
“What more?” she scoffed.
“This fellow is the best range detective in the country. My notion is he's spying around about that Squaw Creek raid.”
Under the dusky skin she flushed angrily. “My notion is you're daffy, Jed. Talk sense, and I'll listen to you. You haven't a grain of proof.”
“I may get some yet,” he told her sulkily.
She laughed her disbelief. “When you do, let me know.”
And with that she gave her pony the signal to more forward.