45/62 When they'd leave he'd go in for another drink. We heard him roar some one had been shot and we feared it might be Steele." "No," I replied, steadily. A rustler named March tried to draw on Steele, and someone in the crowd killed March." "Someone? I didn't happen to be there." "Ah! Then Steele has other men like you around him. I might have guessed that." "Sally, Steele makes men his friends. |