“THE NEW DEPUTY, Buck tells me.”
O’Leary shook his head. “That was yesterday.”
“You got a minute?”
“Fifteen. I see Yerby at eight. But if it’s about Ashton, no comment. I was the last to get the word.”
“The hell with Ashton. That guy gives me curare darts in the seat of my chair.” Greenway opened the car door and eased himself into the seat beside Spig. “This fellow Dunning. What gives with him?”
O’Leary drew in cautiously. “He’s a friend of the Ashtons. A painter. Getting ready for a New York show.”
“Called ‘Rural America,’ ” Greenway said. “Rural America—a New Look. I got a matt on him from his galleries. A noble character who’s tossed aside the family riches. Prefers a dry crust in a heatless garret. After he’d bought the fancy car, naturally. How come he can afford to paint for f
