You were always kinda squeamish ’bout killin’!
NO SHADOWS AT NOON
“What’s it all about, Ralph?”
“That mob outside wants to lynch me. Naturally, I’m not goin’ along with it.”
Rowan brought out a tobacco pouch and began to roll himself a cigarette.
“They’ve got themselves all stirred up over a stage robbery I was supposed to make sure didn’t happen. A gold shipment is involved, the driver was killed, the gun guard wounded badly. I lost the guard in the ruckus and came back alone to get a posse together. Damned if I didn’t find the whole town out to meet me . . . with a rope.”