For good or bad . . .
THINGS ARE GONNA CHANGE
“All right,” he said, “and just what job is so important to you that you are prepared to risk your neck over it?”
Jackson grinned and relaxed in his chair.
“The sheriff’s job,” he said simply.
This drew a laugh and a big frown.
“But we don’t have a sheriff.”
“That’s just the point. You need one. Did you see what happened here just yesterday? Two perfect strangers showed up out of nowhere. Next thing you knew, you had a riot on your hands. Now, a conscientious peace officer would have—”
“Just a minute, mister. You and your pard started that riot. You don’t have the nerve to claim we need a sheriff to protect ourselves from the likes of you, do you?”