“You honing to go bail for him, Dick?”
“How much?”
“Oh, say two thousand.”
“You’re on.”
“What!”
A cowpuncher with fifty dollars two weeks after pay day was a rarity. No wonder Bolt was surprised.
“It’s not my money. Luck Cullison is going bail for him,” Maloney explained.
“Luck Cullison!” Maloney’s words had surprised the exclamation from Curly. Why should the owner of the Circle C of all men go bail for him?
The sheriff commented dryly on the fact. “I thought this kid was the one that shot him.”
“That was just a happenstance. Curly shot to save his bacon. Luck don’t hold any grudge.”