GO IT ALONE!
“Funny feelin’, bein’ accused of somethin’ bad as murder . . . when you’re innocent,” Huxley sighed. “You just want to get away.”
“I reckon a guilty man would want to get away, too,” Dodd shrugged. “Mebbe even more.”
“Was it you that knocked me cold, Ernest?”
“Uh-huh. Likely saved you from somethin’ worse. You hit Clem Harmon awful hard. He was ready to kill you for it.”
“And you decided to save my neck,” Huxley frowned.
“Only long enough to get you tried and hung legal, you no-good snake.”