Chapter 38

“That’s August,” the man from Durango said. “I’d know him anywhere.”

“He looks a lot like you, don’t he?” Chase said.

“Not a chance. It’s…It’s kind of dark in here. Get him out in the light and you could tell the difference right away.”

Storm grabbed the bars. “That’s a lie, and you know it!” he shouted. “I ain’t Johnny August…you are!”

“Don’t believe him,” the stranger growled. “This scum will tell you anything to get out.”

“Sheriff Chase,” Storm said with desperation in his voice. “This man was robbing the bank in Durango. When I tried to stop it, he hit me on the head.”

“Are you sure, Storm?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure. Things bein’ the way they are, I guess I owe him a debt of gratitude. It was thatwhack on the head that brought me out of my daze.”

“Shut up!” August shouted as he whipped out his gun and pointed it toward the sheriff. “Get him out of there!”