Gunsmoke Talk: A Walt Slade Western. Bradford Scott

something—kept looking at the clock. I got a sorta funny feeling and decided I’d better get out of there. Mighty glad next day that I did, when I heard about what happened there. Yep, I saw ’em there. Maybe I talk too darn much, but I don’t take up for that sort. Maybe what I just told you might help.”

      “I’ve a notion it might, and thank you,” Slade said. He held out his hand, which the other took rather diffidently, then hurried off, looking very pleased.

      Slade smiled at the conductor, who had joined them. “Never can tell,” he observed meaningly.

      “Guess that’s right,” conceded the con.