CHAPTER TWO
Sheriff Tom Bridger dropped his ballcap on the bar and sat down.
“The usual?” Billy Two Moons asked already pouring whiskey into a glass. He and Tom had been friends so more years than Billy could remember and in the ten years that Tom had been Sheriff he had the habit of stopping at the bar each night on this way home from the office. He always ordered the same thing, Buffalo Trace.
Tom nodded.
“How are things going? I heard you found a body up at the trailhead,” Billy tried to coax Tom into a conversation.
“Yeah, we did. You know how it is, we get one of these cases every year,” Tom sighed, “the victim doesn’t appear to be a local.” Tom accepted the bourbon. “A group of hikers heading out found him. He didn’t appear to be too well equipped for a long hike. We haven’t bee
