anyone could tell they were . . .
TROUBLE CLEAN THROUGH
“I’m the only one here,” Shaw stammered.
“Then I want you to go to the law office and tell Linc I want four men with rifles down here on the double.”
Shaw eyed the men at the table.
“I got a business to run, Deputy.”
“You refuse you’ll spend a week in a cell,” Harper snarled.
Shaw brushed Harper aside as he left the saloon, cursing under his breath. Then Judd got to his feet and snarled;
“What gives, mister?”
Harper’s hand went to gun leather.
“Sit down until I tell you otherwise.”
“If I don’t?”
Harper’s gun appeared as if by magic in his hand.
“Your beer will have a lead chaser.”