"Nope. Knocked him cold wit' a chair. Cracked his skull."
"Is he dead?"
"He'll never be deader. Dave grabbed this sucker Lindsay and yelled that he done it. The bulls pinched him like I said right there."
"Did it happen in the dark?"
"Sure as you're a foot high. My job was dousin' the glims, and I done it right."
"What about 'Slim'? Was he shooting when he got it?"
The other man shook his head. "This Lindsay man claims he was. I talked wit' a bull afterward. Dey didn't find no gun on 'Slim.' The bull says there was no gun-play."
"What became of 'Slim's' gun?"
"Search me."
Durand slammed a big fist exultantly down on the desk. "Better than the way I planned it. If the gun's gone, I'll frame Lindsay for the chair. It's Salt Creek for his."