Strange that Wade's memory returned a vivid picture of Jack Belllounds in just that act of violence! The only other thing around the place which earned scrutiny from Wade was a number of horseshoe tracks outside, with the left front shoe track familiar to him.

He examined the clearest imprints very carefully.

If they had not been put there by Wilson Moore's white mustang, Spottie, then they had been made by a horse with a strangely similar hoof and shoe.

Spottie had a hoof malformed, somewhat in the shape of a triangle, and the iron shoe to fit it always had to be bent, so that the curve was sharp and the ends closer together than those of his other shoes.
Wade rode down to White Slides that day, and at the evening meal he casually asked Moore if he had been riding Spottie of late.
"Sure.

What other horse could I ride?
Do you think I'm up to trying one of those broncs ?" asked Moore, in derision.
"Reckon you haven't been leavin' any tracks up Buffalo Park way ?" The cowboy slammed down his knife.