Some called him a
hero, others claimed he was . . .
JUST A JOHNNY REB
“You just done a damn fool thing, Deputy,” he said in his deep voice, made a little ragged by the pain from his wound.
“Bo fired first. I had no choice when his slug nicked your arm.”
The big man sneered, showing tombstone teeth.
“My arm was an accident. That’s what I’m gonna be tellin’ anyone who asks me.”
Coyle raked his cold gaze around the crowd.
“Reckon there’s enough witnesses to bear up my story.”
Gazes dropped and slid sideways. Feet shuffled. Men edged out the side door.
The big man nodded accusingly.
“Wouldn’t count on too many witnesses, Deputy.”