Together they hit the hard trail . . .
TO HELL AND GONE
They tossed down the whiskey and smacked their lips as they reached for the beers.
That was when the batwings crashed open and a gun roared. The beer mug an inch from McGarrett’s hand exploded, showering both men with shards of glass and foam.
“Lift your hands and keep ’em lifted, gents! Right up! Grab yourselves a big handful of air. You so much as twitch and I’ll blow you both in two!”
A lean man, a sheriff’s star pinned to his brown vest, stood in the doorway holding a smoking rifle.
As McGarrett and Sawtell slowly raised their hands, another man pushed past the sheriff and entered the room. They saw it was the old drunk who had been thrown out earlier.
“I get my bottle now, Sheriff?” Captain asked eagerly. “Huh? I get my bottle now for puttin’ you onto these two desperadoes?”