They started back, when they heard footsteps on the wooden sidewalk, coming from the opposite direction. The walker was wearing spurs. It was too dark for them to see him, but he turned in at Colton’s gate and went to the house. There were no lights, when the door was opened, but they heard it close behind him. “Maybe the Coltons are havin’ a party,” suggested Sleepy. Hashknife didn’t offer any suggestions, but started down the road, heading in the direction from which the spur-wearing person came. After a short di…