“Well, my old buddy Walter down in Duval County can be a pretty devious fellow when he needs to be.”
“You know my sheriff, Sir?” I said.
“Son, we’ve both been in law enforcement for a very long time, and at our level, it’s not a huge community. There’s something around 3,000 counties in this country, and most of them elect sheriffs. Walter and I have hoisted a few at conventions over the years.”
Thor ran to the door, tail wagging.
“Looks like your early-warning system is still working,” Bob said.
“His tail is wagging because he recognizes the sound of our truck,” I said.
Zeb and Zeke clattered up the stairs and into the cabin, followed by Mike. I introduced Mike to the sheriff, and Bob introduced his cousins.
“Did you really get shot, George?” Zeb said.
“Just a little bit,” I said.
Bob waited a minute for the boys to calm down and said, “Okay, boys, there’s gonna be a lot going on here shortly, and you’ve got to get out of the way.”
“Can we watch, Cousin Bob?”