Don't think I
blame you--or that anyone would if they knew the truth. I came
out to see--I just HAD to make sure--but you must get away from
here. You shouldn't have stayed so long--" Miss Georgie gave a
most unexpected sob, and stopped that she might grit her teeth in
anger over it.
"You think I shot him." As Good Indian said it, the sentence was
merely a statement, rather than an accusation or a reproach.
"I don't blame you. I suspected he was the man up here with the
rifle. That day--that first day, when you told me about someone
shooting at you--he came over to the station. And I saw two or
three scraps of sage sticking under his shirt-collar, as if he
had been out in the brush; you know how it breaks off and sticks,
when you go through it. And he said he had been asleep. And
there isn't any sage where a man would have to go through it
unless he got right out in it, away from the trails. I thought
then that he was the man--"
"You didn't tell me." And this time he spoke reproachfully.
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