“You’re wounded.”
“Got me in the shoulder. Nothing serious, I judge.”
Cullison swung around. “Sure about that, Cass?” It was the first time for years that he had called the other by his first name except in irony.
“Sure.”
“Let’s have a look at the shoulder.”
After he had done what he could for it Luck spoke bluffly. “This dashed feud is off, Cass. You’ve wiped the slate clean. When you killed Blackwell you put me out of a hostile camp.”
“I’m glad—so glad. Now we’ll all be friends, won’t we?” Kate cried.
Cass looked at her and at Curly, both of them radiant with happiness, and his heart ached for what he had missed. But he smiled none the less.
“Suits me if it does you.”
He gave one hand to Luck and the other to his daughter.