Hashknife stepped into the doorway, shoving the door wider. He could see Colton, white-faced, sitting in a chair, looking toward the doorway. He could also see part of one of the other men, and he held a gun behind him, and cocked. “Colton, you didn’t show up,” Nick McGarvin said, “and--and we’ve got to tell yuh. Harry had a gun hidden on him some’ers--and he shot himself. No, he ain’t dead, but--he-e-ey! What’s this all about?” “Set down!” rasped one of the men. “Keep yore hands in sight. All right, Colton--where’…