“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” the Marshal said at last. “You people take the cake, you know that? You really take the f*****g cake.” He lowered his weapon at last. “All right. Looks like it’s just not my day. I’ve got two deputies down with the flu and that means I’m not in a position to argue with the whole damn town.” He made eye contact with each and every person who had gone against him, including his own deputy. “But, when you find the time, the more vocal of you might want to take a walk out to Serpent’s Butte ... and remember our shared history.”
He turned to Williams. “You’ve got some time on the inside, I ain’t saying how much. But the thing stays outside the fence. The rules of Devil’s Gorge are simple: Make yourself useful. Don’t break the law. And check your weapons at the armory
