"An' their riders, Miss Hunter"--half turning to look at the other woman. "They're a bunch of cut-throats. So are our greasers. They ain't been in on the stealin'. They didn't care about bein' inside, but they was ready to murder if they had a chance. They--Hepburn an' Webb--they thought that they was safe because every one of the rest had enough over him to hang. If one squealed they'd all get caught.... "Even us! Why, we never had any right on this claim. Alf's used his homestead rights before, under another name. This water don't belong to us. Not by rights. It's all open range! That's what we was: t' worst nest of outlaws that ever got together in these hills!" She choked and Jane, her hands on the other's arms, could feel the tremors shooting through her lithe frame. Riley moved a step forward as thunder rolled heavily overhead, as if this much of the story was enough, but the girl cried out: "That ain't all! I've got to go through with it! I've finished with the rest an' now it's you.... Hilton!" Into the word she put bitter contempt and biting scorn. "Bah! You liar!" she drawled. "You liar, you sneak, you coward! You thought none of us could follow your game an' none of us could ... until now. "Why, you've been behind this whole thing. It was you called Hepburn to town an' offered him money to use in his dirty work. You paid for this fence of ours. You listened an' used your head. You saw things quicker 'n Hepburn an' Webb did, an' you set them two thinkin' an' they never knew you was doin' it.... "He was th' brains, I tell you!"--with an inclusive gesture to the men who listened so attentively. "He wanted to drive Miss Hunter out worse 'n anybody. He wanted to kill Tom Beck. He didn't have the nerve to do it himself ... in a fair fight. He shot at him one day with a rifle but just as he shot Beck stopped his horse to look at somethin' in his hands, that locket he always wears an' is always lookin' at, I guess.... He didn't know I saw that but I did.... "He was always talkin' Sam McKee, there, up to kill Beck. It's likely McKee shot Two-Bits--" "He didn't! I didn't do it!" McKee's voice, an excited cackle, broke in on her but the girl, ignoring, went on: "... It was just like he tried to talk Webb an' Hepburn into killin'. That was his way: makin' other folks do th' things he was scared to do! "An' he was as slick with me as he was with them, with his lies about being called here to help Miss Hunter on business! That's why I didn't think all this out before, that's why I didn't think he was a sneak until now. He ... he said he wanted to marry ... to marry me...." She put a palm against her lips, tears spilled over her cheeks as she turned. For a brief, heartbroken moment she stood looking into Jane Hunter's face, then bowed her head to the other's shoulder and cried stormily.