CHAPTER XIV: AFTERMATHLobo Wells was just a little shocked over the killing of Charley Prentice. They did not call it murder, although it was obvious that Prentice had been murdered. Tongues did not wag in Lobo Wells, but every one felt that there was just one man in the country who might kill Charley Prentice.
The following morning Ben Dillon and Breezy Hill rode out to the Box S. Len was saddling a horse for Nan, and finished the job before coming up to the house to meet them. Nan was talking to them, but they had not told her about Prentice.
Len nodded and smiled as he tied her horse to the porch.
“You boys must have started early, didn’t yuh?” he asked.
“Pretty early, Len. Charley Prentice was killed last night.”
Len’s greenish-gray eyes opened a trifle wider as he looked from Ben
