“You know. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But I don’t know.”
“What’s the use of keeping it up? I caught you this afternoon.”
“Caught me doing what?”
“Caught you rustling, caught you branding a calf just after you had shot the cow.”
For an instant her charge struck him dumb. He stared at her as if he thought she had gone suddenly mad.
“What’s that? Say it again,” he got out at last.
“And the cow had the Bar Double G brand, belonged to my father, your best friend,” she added passionately.
He spoke very gently, but there was an edge to his voice that was new to her. “Suppose you tell me all about it.”
She threw out a hand in a gesture of despair. “What’s the use? Nothing could have made me believe it but my own eyes. You needn’t keep up a pretense. I saw you.”