Ike spat dryly and shook his head. The sheriff told him about Hashknife and Sleepy’s finding Blair’s body beside the road, and Ike marveled greatly.
“Who done it, do yuh suppose?” he asked.
“Gosh only knows, Ike. Somebody sure shot straight. Here comes Hartley and his pardner.”
Hashknife and Sleepy were coming from the hotel, heading for the restaurant. Ike and the sheriff met them just as Baldy and Baum came from the saloon. Baldy scowled at Ike and got one in return, while Hashknife shook hands all around.
“I’d kinda like to see where yuh found Sam Blair,” said Baldy.
“Right away,” agreed Hashknife. “Me and Sleepy was goin’ to start for the Tumblin’ H, so we’ll all ride out to the spot.”
It did not take them long to ride to where Hashknife and Sleepy had planted the signs of confli
