"I heard it.

I don't know why.
But whether it was over the girl or not, we ain't goin' to see this other feller shot down till we know more about hit.

Ye can meet--" "Of course, any time." Banion was drawing on his glove.

The woman had lifted Molly, straightened her clothing.
"All blood!" said one.

"That saddle horn! What made her ride that critter ?" The Spanish horse stood facing them now, ears forward, his eyes showing through his forelock not so much in anger as in curiosity.