Her live eyes fixed themselves on him. “There’s something I want to know, Mr. Yerby—something I have a right to know. It’s—it’s about the sheep raid.”
“Why don’t you-all go to Mac and ask him?”
“I’ve been to him. He wouldn’t tell me; said he couldn’t.”
A puzzled expression of doubt lifted his eyebrows. “I don’t reckon I can tell you then.”
“You’ve got to tell me. I’ve a right to know. I’m going to know.” She said it with an imperious little accent of feminine ferocity.
“O’ course in regards to what took place——”
“Did you start that night intending to kill Joe Tait?”
“No, ma’am, we didn’t. Rowan told the boys time and again there wasn’t to be any killing. He planned it so it wouldn’t be necessary.”
“Then how was it?”
“I’ll tell you this much: Someone went out of his haid and began shooting. Inside of three minutes it was all over.”