Chapter 37

“That’s funny. That’s where I was…” Suddenly, what the sheriff was saying dawned bright and clear.“Now, look here, Sheriff, that ain’t me on that poster.” He looked down at the poster again and then back up at the sheriff. “It ain’t…is it?”

“I don’t know, Storm. But it all adds up.”

“Sheriff, I don’t go around robbin’ banks. Hell, I don’t have a cent. You know that. Surely to hell you don’t think this is me.”

“I don’t know if it’s you or not, Storm, but I’m gonna have to lock you up until I know for sure. You’ve got to admit the man is your spittin’ image. Think about it. His reign of terror started about three years ago, and nobody’s heard anything about him since he robbed a bank in Durango, Colorado just before you came back.”

“The town fathers, they’re doin’ this, ain’t they? They’re tryin’ to pin somethin’ on me so I have to give the ranch back.”