“What do yuh know about Joe Wicks?”
“The half-breed? He’s just Injun--no good. Got a shack in a gulch over
beyond the Romaine place. His woman cooks for Severn.”
“Yeah, I know she does,” nodded Hashknife. “We rode up to his place
today. Joe was half-drunk--more than half, ’cause he asked us to have
a drink with him. His girl was there.”
“Marie,” nodded Pat.--“Pretty Injun girl. She’s been to the Injun
school, and they tell me that she’s smart. Mary has taken a likin’ to
her.”