Chapter 110

“What’s going on?” he snarled. Nothing like making his power known.

“Nothing.”

He glared at them and turned back to his office. He was the sheriff, goddammit, not some glorified nanny. He should be down at the livery stable watching the interfering nuisance of a wagon master get the tar whaled out of him. Bob had handpicked Asa, Cal, and Luke to do Horace Weatherford’s dirty work. They enjoyed it, and Bob and Ori got a kick out of watching them tear apart some poor fool.

But was he watching all the fun? No, he was stuck here in the jail because they had two greenhorns who’d be hanging soon. It wasn’t like they’d be going anywhere.