Injun Joe stood by Hoss Williams’ grave and looked down at the two men. Then he put the knife into Muff Potter’s hand and sat down. Three – four – five minutes went by. Potter moved a little and opened his eyes.
‘What – what happened, Joe?’ he asked.
‘This is bad, Muff,’ said Joe. ‘Why did you kill him?’
Muff looked at the doctor’s dead body, then at the knife in his hand. ‘Me? Did I kill him?’ His face went white and the knife fell from his hand. ‘It’s the whiskey, Joe! I never fight with knives usually. Oh, why did I drink all that whiskey tonight? I don’t remember anything!’
‘It’s OK, Muff,’ said Joe. ‘I’m not going to tell anyone. You get away quickly. Go on – go now!’
Muff Potter got up and ran away. Joe watched him for a minute, then he carefully put the knife next to the doctor’s body. Then he too left the graveyard.
