“Don't blame yourself, Mescal. What Snap might have done if you had married him is guesswork. He might have left drink alone a while longer. But he was bad clean through. I heard Dave Naab tell him that. Snap would have gone over to Holderness sooner or later. And now he's a rustler, if not worse.”
“Then those men think Snap killed you?”
“Yes.”
“What's going to happen when you meet Snap, or any of them?”
“Somebody will be surprised,” replied Hare, with a laugh.
“Jack, it's no laughing matter.” She fastened her hands in the lapels of his coat and her eyes grew sad. “You can never hang up your gun again.”
“No. But perhaps I can keep out of their way, especially Snap's. Mescal, you've forgotten Silvermane, and how he can run.”
“I haven't forgotten. He can run, but he can't beat Bolly.” She said this with a hint of her old spirit. “Jack—you want to take me back home?”
“Of course. What did you expect when you sent Wolf?”
“I didn't expect. I just wanted to see you, or somebody, and I thought of the Navajos. Couldn't I live with them? Why can't we stay here or in a canyon across the Colorado where there's plenty of game?”