Trying to stop Sabro
wasn’t easy . . . but they still tried!
RAGE AGAINST THE WIND
“Arrest us? You can’t mean it, Mr. Mayor. Glory be, me and my pard are the most law-abidin’ citizens you’d meet in a year’s ride.”
“Hear, hear,” Kerry said boisterously, applauding. He clapped the sheriff on the shoulder and added, “Have one on us, Sheriff. We just sold two hundred pounds or prime pelts at Fort Liberty and we’re ready to—”
“You’re under arrest.”
That sobered them quicker than getting dunked in an ice-cold tub. Got them thinking maybe they’d made a mistake choosing Rushtown, maybe it wasn’t as friendly as they’d been told. The pair were no longer chock-full of high spirits. In fact, they were starting to get good and mad.
When Clay Jordan and Boy Kerry got sore, it could be a good time to look for cover.