Kenneth John looked at Oswell and Godfrey almost as if in appeal.
“Tell me that you’ll sit beside your ma and pa and behave yourself,” demanded Goodstead.
The delinquent deputy sulked. “Leave me alone.”
“Promise you’ll behave and we’ll let you in.”
The cowed fellow morosely petted the brindled mane of his horse. “I’ll behave.”
“Then go tie up that mare.”
Kenneth John urged his steed to the side of the church where a score of animals had already been tied. Head slung forward as if he had been struck on the back of the skull, he disappeared around the corner without another word.
“Thanks for helping us sort those two fellas,” Oswell said to Goodstead.
“I’m just a lawman trying to help good, honest folks like you two men with your bookkeeping.”
The rancher looked at the deputy, yet c
