"Orders are to shoot in a case like that," he said. "The sentry shot." He pointed down to the grooves in the shoulder at the edge of the drop. "This is where he went off." A hundred feet down in the canyon a small coupe was smashed against the side of a huge granite boulder. It was almost upside down, leaning a little. There were three men down there. They had moved the car enough to lift something out.
"We don't have to talk. Just give me the money and go the other way."
Bill Chess picked up a flat stone and tried to skip it across the water, but it refused to skip.
"I've got plenty of swift, if that's what you mean," Degarmo said. "But I want this guy talking." Patton looked at Degarmo, looked at me, looked back at Degarmo and spat tobacco juice in a long stream to one side.
