"What kind of a warrant did they have?"
"All kinds. Two murders and a stage hold up."
"Was one of 'em on account of Tuckleton?"
"Yep. I didn't know whether to hold it against you or not."
"You needn't. It wasn't me."
Dawson grinned his appreciation. "I'm glad. If you had it would have always been between us. I had figured on playing even-Steven with Tuckleton myself."
"I'm looking for the man who killed him. If I don't find him I needn't go back to Golden Bar."
"I heard you'd been suspended from office," said Dawson bluntly.
"I hadn't heard it yet, but I expected it. Anybody else appointed?"
"Shotgun Shillman, pro tem."