"M-me."
"You're Injun?"
"Three-eights."
Tesno studied him closely now, matter-of-factly. Under the freckles, the kid's skin was maybe a bit darker than you noticed at first, and the cheekbones in the round and boyish face were maybe a trifle prominent. But it was the steady little black eyes that confirmed the touch of the moccasin.
"That's a hell of a percentage," Tesno said.
"Pa was half Yakima. Ma was a q-quarter-breed Cayuse. It figures out."
"Nobody'd know it if you didn't mention it," Tesno said.
"I g-generally mention it. What did you say your name was, mister?"
"Tesno."
"Jack Tesno? Hell, you headed for Tunneltown?"