The comforting pressure of Tess’s shoulder and hip against him had eased his anxiety and given reason to his thoughts. Spinner had set off the charge that blew the cave. Knowing the man, Boone reasoned that if marshals had found the cache, Spinner would have let them take it and been glad to escape arrest. This looked like gang warfare, and Boone feared that Murphy had been double-crossed. Had the deal gone as expected, Murphy would have brought the representatives of the new owner to the cave and turned the inventory over to them himself. He had been wrong to accuse Corbin Appleby. “Corbin didn’t have anything to do with blowing up anything. I don’t like it that you accused him.” Jack’s curt voice broke the silence. “Maybe. Maybe not,” was Boone’s answer. He wasn’t ready quite yet to admit aloud he had been hasty in accusing Jack’s friend. “I’ve known him longer than you have. He isn’t a sneak. If he was a marshal, he would have said so.” “I might’ve been hasty.”
