"I say that Luke Tweezy is a damn liar," reasserted Swing, "and they ain't no difference of opinion about that."
"Well, of course, if Luke—" Alicran did not complete the sentence.
"I am a lawyer," Luke Tweezy explained, hurriedly. "I ain't paying any attention to what his man says—now."
"Or any other time," jibed Swing.
"Any of you boys see this?" Alicran asked of his three punchers.
"He tried to kill me, I tell you!" Lanpher gritted through his teeth.
"He didn't gimme a chance!"
"Any of you boys see it?" repeated Alicran, paying no attention to
Lanpher.
"How could we?" asked Rod Rockwell, glancing up from the bandaging of
Lanpher's arm. "We was all in the bunkhouse."
"Then for the benefit of the gents who wasn't here," said Racey, smoothly, "I don't mind saying that I told Lanpher to go after his gun, and he did, and I did."
"He's a liar," gibbered Lanpher. "Alicran, ain't you man enough to take care of Racey Dawson?"