"
"That's fair of you," he said heartily. "But there are certain matters
which you will have to be told. Brocky Lane has been shot down by one
of Jim Galloway's crowd. It was a coward's job done by a man who would
run a hundred miles rather than meet Brocky in the open. And now the
thing which we don't want known is that Lane even so much as set foot
on Mt. Temple. We don't want it known that he was anywhere but on Las
Cruces Rancho; that he was doing anything but give his time to his
duties as foreman there."
"In particular you don't want Jim Galloway to know?"
"In particular I don't want Jim Galloway to so much as suspect that
Brocky Lane or Tom Cutter or myself have any interest in Mt. Temple,"
he said emphatically.
"But if the man who shot him is one of Galloway's crowd, as you
say. . . ."
"He'll do no talking for a while. After having seen Brocky drop he
took one chance and showed half of his cowardly carcass around a
boulder. Whereupon Brocky, weak and sick and dizzy as he was, popped a
bullet into him."
She shuddered.
"Is there nothing but killing of men among you people?" she cried
sharply. "First the sheepman from Las Palmas, then Brocky Lane, then
the man who shot him. . . ."
"Brocky didn't kill Moraga," Norton explained quietly.
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