"Where would you place the mark in the rocks where the bullet struck? Please, indicate it on the photograph." He looked from his picture back to hers and finally touched a spot. Barbara marked it with a red pen. "Thank you. You said in your testimony that it is about four feet high, is that right?" "Yes, Ma'am." "And you testified that you did not find a spent shell casing, is that right?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Where did you look?" "All over the place." "Show us on the ^photograph, will you? All over where?" Sheriff Gray looked patient and long-suffering as he pointed at the photograph. "Four of my men searched every inch of that ledge," he said, pointing to the section on Nell's side of the gorge. "How about below the ledge?" Barbara asked. "There, too." "All four of them?" "I don't think so. That trail's hardly wide enough for one grown man, but they looked below, too." "Three men looked around there?" "I think maybe one." Quickly he added, "Wasn't much point in looking down there.
