Chapter 11
Posse on His Trail
Jack Lambert arrived at the sheriff’s office around six that evening. Axle Ford was at the desk.
“I need to see sheriff Wells,” he told Axle.
“He’s out back,” said Axle. “Anything I can help you with?”
Domingo Wells came in before he could reply. He didn’t know Jack Lambert, but he could see that he was in some sort of trouble, by the look on his face.
“Should I know you?” He asked.
Jack was pale as a ghost. “Name’s Jack Lambert, I work for the Buckhart. I figure you know them. Somebody’s gone and killed Brodie. Shot him in the back.”
Enough thinking for two hours passed through Domingo’s mind in about the same number of seconds. He remembered seeing Brodie get off the stage. Then the words Axle said came back to mind, about the Indians in town. He hop
