“Aye! An’ woman, too! Take this she-devil who runs a place here in Tecopah—Mohave Jo is the name she bears. Have you seen her?”
“No, but I’ve heard of her. At Needles I met the wife of a miner, Clark, who’d been killed here at Tecopah.”
“Never heard of Clark. But I don’t doubt the story. It’s common enough—miners bein’ killed an’ robbed. There’s a gang over in the Panamints who live on miners.”
“I’m curious to see Mohave Jo,” said Adam.
“Well, speakin’ of this one-eyed harridan reminds me of a man I met last trip across the Salton flats, down on the Colorado. Met him at Walters—a post on the stage line. He had only one eye, too. There was a terrible scar where his eye, the right one, had been. He was one of these Texans lookin’ for a man. There seems to be possibilities of a railroad o
