The assistant district attorney led him through the usual preliminaries. Lane said that he was by vocation a cattleman, by avocation a rough rider. He lived at Twin Buttes, Wyoming.
One of the reporters leaned toward another and whispered, "By Moses, he's the same Lane that won the rough-riding championship at Pendleton and was second at Cheyenne last year."
"Are you related to James Cunningham, the deceased?" asked the lawyer.
"His nephew."
"How long since you had seen him prior to your visit to Denver this time?"
"Three years."
"What were your relations with him?"
The coroner interposed. "You need answer no questions tending to incriminate you, Mr. Lane."
A sardonic smile rested on the rough rider's lean, brown face. "Our relations were not friendly," he said quietly.
A ripple of excitement swept the benches.