“Did you know any of the men?”
She hesitated. “I thought one was Duncan Boone.”
“What made you think so?”
“He was the leader, I think, moved the way he does.” Her anger flashed for an instant. “And acted like him—detestably.”
“Was he violent to West? Injure him?”
“No—he didn’t do him any physical injury that I saw. I wasn’t thinking about Mr. West.”
“Surely he didn’t lay hands on you!”
She looked up, in time to see the flicker of amusement sponged from his face. It stirred vague anger in her. “He was insolent and ungentlemanly.”
“It doesn’t matter how.” Her manner specifically declined to particularize.