Chapter 15
- Riggs paused at the door, his hand lingering on the knob. “Just one more thing, Hardy. I heard a queer tale this morning about a fight in a saloon run by a man named Grinder. Do you know anything about it?”
- “No,” Hardy replied flatly.
- “Well, I was told of a fellow who chipped four dollars_ tossed into the air at twenty yards.” Riggs’s tone was incredulous.