Some sons of
bitches are too stupid to live!
ALONG CAME TINGO
It was Tingo’s first glimpse of a man whose name he’d heard several times since his arrival — Judge Trask. If ever Tingo had caught the powerful whiff of money in his wanderings, it was never like this.
“Judge,” the sheriff said, obviously miffed at the interruption. “Hadn’t you oughtta leave this to me?”
“Not if jail is your only solution to this small problem, Sheriff. Definitely not!” Trask removed black kid gloves and looked Tingo up and down with an expression of tolerant amusement. “A boy.” His lips quirked patronizingly. “All this fuss over a boy with the backside out of his britches?”
“Beggin’ your pardon, Judge,” Corbin weighed in, “but what this saddlebum looks like and what he is might be two different things.”