Chapter 28Heart thudding as loudly as my anvil hammer, I whipped around the corner, pulled my handgun, and waited for the lawman to make his move. He hadn’t carried a rifle, but a six-shooter weighed down his hip.
“Oh, it’s you, you sorry old hound. Where’d you find a piece of meat? Go eat it and leave me alone.”
My organs must have been squirting some of that adrenaline I’d read about. I stood pressed against that wall until my eyes stopped swimming. Then, staying clear of the roadway, I headed for the horses to load up my blankets and saddle Wind. A stand of trees in the far distance probably signaled a rill or spring. I’d hole up there until the jail wagon passed. This was the only road out of the nameless town, so there was little risk of losing the detail.
After washing sweat from
