“Oh, you pretend,” she scoffed. “But you know as well as I do.”
“I’m afraid I don’t. Let’s have the indictment.”
“If everybody in Papago County had told me I wouldn’t have believed it,” she cried. “I had to 40 see it with my own eyes before I could have been convinced.”
“Yes, well what is it you saw with your eyes?”
“You needn’t keep it up. I tell you I saw it all from the time you fired the shot.”
He laughed easily, but without mirth. “Kept tab on me, did you?”
She wheeled from him, gave a catch of her breath, and caught at the rock wall to save herself from falling.
He spoke sharply. “You hurt yourself in the trough.”
“I sprained my ankle a little, but it doesn’t matter.”
He understood now why she had made so slow a descent and he suspected that the wrench was more than she admitted. The moon had come out from under a cloud and showed him a pale, tear-stained face, with a row of even, little teeth set firm against the lower lip. She was in pain and her pride was keeping it from him.