“Dad has gone to meet you. We’ve heard about what happened this morning.”
“You mean what didn’t happen. Beats all how far a little excitement goes in this town,” he answered, embarrassed.
Her father and Maloney entered the room. Cullison wrung his hand.
“Glad to see you, boy. You’re in luck that convict did not shoot you up while he had the chance. Saguache is sure buzzing this mo’ning with the way you stood up to him. That little play of yours will help with the jury in September.”
Curly thanked him for going bail.
Luck fixed his steel-spoked eyes on him. “By what Dick tells me you’ve more than squared that account.”
Kate explained in her soft voice. “Dick told us why you went up to Dead Cow creek.”
“Sho! I hadn’t a thing to do, so I just ran up there. Sam’s in town with me. We’re rooming together.”
“Oh, take me to him,” Kate cried.
“Not just now, honey,” her father said gently. “This young man came here to tell us something. Or so I gathered from his friend Davis.”