Chapter 88

As I started for the building housing the jail, the crunch of a boot sent me ducking into a darkened doorway. Either there was a night watchman, or the sergeant had got the place stirred up about a renegade redskin following the prisoner detail. Either way, a man emerged from an alley onto the street. A badge on his chest glinted in the light of a lantern in a nearby store window. Praying the glare of that lamp hid me from his sight, I stood stock still. He paused a minute before turning and sauntering off in the opposite direction. I exhaled silently and headed around behind the jailhouse.