The man looked at the lifeless
thing, shuddered, and backed out of the saloon.
"I call y'u all to witness that my friend killed him in
self-defense," said Bannister evenly. "Y'u all saw him fire
first. Mac did not even have his gun out."
"That's right," agreed one, and another added: "He got what was
coming to him."
"He sure did," was the barkeeper's indorsement. "He came in
hunting trouble, but I reckon he didn't want to be accommodated
so prompt."
"Y'u'll find us at the Gimlet Butte House if we're wanted for
this," said Bannister. "We'll be there till morning."
But once out of the gambling-house McWilliams drew his friend to
one side. "Do y'u know who that was I killed?"
"Judd Morgan, foreman before y'u at the Lazy D."
"Yes, but what else?"
"What do y'u mean?"
"I mean that next to your cousin Judd was leader of that
Shoshone-Teton bunch."
"How do y'u know?"
"I suspected it a long time, but I knew for sure the day that
your cousin held up the ranch. The man that was in charge of the
crowd outside was Morgan. I could swear to it. I knew him soon as
I clapped eyes to him, but I was awful careful to forget to tell
him I recognized him."
"That means we are in more serious trouble than I had supposed.
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