Where's your evidence ?" Warden laid Della Wharton's written statement on the desk at the sheriff's hand.

He watched while Moreton read; he saw Moreton's face whiten; saw his hand tremble a little as he folded the paper and put it into a pocket.
Then he looked straight at Warden.
"I don't believe a damned word of it, Warden!" he said, his eyes blazing.

"If that woman was in that cabin with Lawler durin' the storm she kept it mighty quiet.

An' Lawler didn't say a word about it when I rode over to see him a couple of months ago!" He glared at Warden.
"Where's that Wharton woman, now ?" "She'll get to town this afternoon," Warden said.
"Well, she'll have to swear to this, Warden.

I can't afford to act on this--mebbe it ain't her signature." "Meaning that I forged it ?" smiled Warden.
"Meanin' what you damned please!" snapped Moreton.