She grinned at Falcon, but it didn’t last. “You really think this man might’ve shot Wyatt?”

Falcon studied him. “We’d just be guessing unless we can get a confession out of him. But he sure as certain shot Rachel and fired at us. And came at you with a knife. Attempted murder on two women oughta be enough to hang him. If they do, or if they just lock him up, we’ll count it for Wyatt, too.”

“Who in the world is he?” Cheyenne threw him onto his stomach and pulled his hands together behind his back.

“I know him.”

“Really?” Cheyenne stopped tying.

The man made a sudden wild leap forward.

Cheyenne brought the derringer down hard on the back of his head, and he went still. This time he was really out. She tied him up tight anyway.

“Remember when I came out west, I stopped in Casper to talk to the lawyer who sent me the information about Pa’s will?”

Cheyenne shrugged as she finished binding. “I can’t remember you saying that, but we got a wire from him, telling us you’d be on that morning’s train.”

“This is that lawyer. His name is Randall Kingston. He sent that wire.”

Cheyenne, already kneeling beside their prisoner, dropped to fully sit on the ground. “But he knows all the details of Pa’s will. Our lawyer in Bear Claw Pass said he was handling contacting you. And Rachel had nothing to do with Clovis’s will. She was out here searching for Amelia Bishop. Why did he shoot Rachel?”

Falcon finished with the feet. “Randall Kingston’s name was on the wire I received back in Tennessee informing me of the inheritance. And I didn’t know where you lived. Didn’t know Bear Claw Pass from a hole in the ground, much less how to get to the RHR. But I had Kingston’s name, so I got off the train in Casper and hunted him up to ask where to head next.”

It had about killed him to ask for directions, but he’d done it. Not being able to read. Not knowing a soul out here. With no idea hardly what a ranch even was, he’d wanted some answers before he just showed up at Bear Claw Pass.

“The train had left before I finished with the questions, so I was stranded for a bit. This man was mighty friendly. He helped me find the schedule for the next train.”

“So he knew exactly when you’d get to town.”

“Yep, but he never acted like he had any interest in me beyond doing his job as a lawyer.”

“If he shot Rachel, he must have some connection to Hawkins.” Cheyenne reached down and flipped the unconscious man onto his back. Studied him.

“They’re connected somehow. And connected to Pa, too.”