I was ridin' to the Concho to report the shootin' of Steve Gary
to my boss."
Houck, who had imagined that White would disclaim any knowledge of the
shooting until forced to admit it, took a new tack. "Where's Pete
Annersley?"
"That's jest what I was wonderin'. Last time I see him he was fannin'
it east. I took out after him--but I must 'a' missed him."
"That'll do to tell the sheriff. We want to know what you know about
the shootin'-up of Steve."
"Nothin'. I was over by the shack waiting for Pete when I thought I
heard a couple of shots. Didn't pay no attention to that--'cause Pete
was always poppin' his gun at somethin'. Then pretty soon Pete walks
in, and I go out with him and help him ketch his hoss. He don't say
much--and I don't. Then first thing I know he lights on that little
buckskin hoss of his--"
"And forgets his hat," interrupted Houck.
"Nope. He was wearin' a hat the last I seen of him."
"And ridin' a buckskin cayuse, eh? Now Cotton says it was a blue roan."
Andy laughed. "That hombre Cotton's got mighty poor eyesight. Why, he
couldn't see good enough to ketch up his own hoss.
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