“Yes, I'm Duane. I've only overdone myself—just all in. The wounds I got at Bland's are healing. Will you take this girl in—hide her awhile till the excitement's over among the outlaws?”
“I shore will,” replied the Texan.
“Thanks. I'll remember you—I'll square it.”
“What 're you goin' to do?”
“I'll rest a bit—then go back to the brakes.”
“Young man, you ain't in any shape to travel. See here—any rustlers on your trail?”
“I think we gave Bland's gang the slip.”
“Good. I'll tell you what. I'll take you in along with the girl, an' hide both of you till you get well. It'll be safe. My nearest neighbor is five miles off. We don't have much company.”
“You risk a great deal. Both outlaws and rangers are hunting me,” said Duane.
“Never seen a ranger yet in these parts. An' have always got along with outlaws, mebbe exceptin' Bland. I tell you I owe you a good turn.”