The detective still worried about the gun. "You shouldn't do this, you know," he said. "Do what, wear a gun, protect myself? Why not?" "For one thing, if somebody gets shot with that thing, chances are it won't be Andrew Carlisle. In an armed confrontation with crooks, amateurs tend to shoot themselves, not the other way around. For another, it's 1975. We're not still living in the Wild West, you know." "Somebody forgot to tell the woman at Picacho Peak," Diana returned. "You know about that, too?" "The reservation grapevine is pretty thorough." "And fast. Andrew Carlisle was the first thing I was coming to tell you, and Picacho Peak was the second. I've just come from there. I met with the detective on that case. His name's Farrell, Detective G. T. Farrell from Pinal County. He's a real pro. I've already pointed him in Carlisle's direction." "I suppose that's only fair,',' Diana responded sarcastically, "since you're the one who helped Carlisle get off in the first place." Diana Ladd's remark cut through Brandon Walker's usually even-tempered demeanor.
