He sat with his hand on her heaving shoulder and watched the tragic scene.
Bossick and his men surrounded Arnold. Big Basford was dead. And here was Nance Allison in Rainbow’s Pot at dawn, ghastly with blood and weariness.
A thousand questions burned in his brain, but he waited.
From the right Rod Stone was coming forward, followed by the half-breed girl and the rest of the men from Cordova.
Bossick took Stone into custody and called to Bud Allison who came limping forward, his blue eyes glittering with defiance.
Fair stooped and lifting Nance bodily carried her into the heart of the group.
“Men,” he said, “here’s something more to add to our score against Sky Line. Look!”
They looked in astonishment.
“Great Scott!” said Bossick wonderingly, “It’s Miss Allison, ain’t it? What’s she doing here?”
“That’s a question I’ll ask Lawrence Arnold,” said Fair in a voice like a blade, but the bearded man from the Upper Country spoke up promptly.