"Nobody's asking you to. Come in, man, come in."
The marshal sidled in, stumbling in his efforts to keep one eye on the district attorney and the other on Hazel's Winchester.
"You were in Nate Samson's store this morning, weren't you, Red?" It was more of a statement than a question.
The marshal immediately gave the district attorney the full benefit of both eyes. "Huh?"
"You were there when this girl, Miss Walton, made some purchases, weren't you?"
"Yeah," admitted the marshal.
"When Nate told her of the murder and the warrant sworn out again Bill Wingo, what did she do?"
"Why—" stuttered the marshal.
"She flew into a rage, didn't she? She threw a knife at Nate, didn't she?"
"Who told you all this?" the marshal wished to know.