Chapter 68

As we moved back up Main Avenue, Sheriff Landreth intercepted our party by stepping out into the street and holding up an arm. “Sure sorry about your papa, Miss Libby. He was a good man who’s gonna be missed.”

Barely waiting for Libby’s murmured appreciation, he turned to me. “Strobaw, I’m placing you under arrest for murdering Pindleton and Hume. I’m gonna shackle you now.”

Dexter’s agitation showed as his horse danced a short jig. “Is that necessary, Sheriff? John will go with you without that.”

“I shackle all my prisoners, Appleton. For their protection as much as mine. They git nerve-bound when we git close to the jail. Then they liable to put up a fuss so I’ll have to shoot them.” Landreth turned to me. “You gonna come down off that horse, or do I gotta pull you off him. You aim to put up any resistance?”