“I’ll swear in a posse and run them down before sundown.” Roose worked fresh cartridges into the Henry. He was breathing hard, his anger clear for all to see.
People began to gather around, staring at the bodies, muttering among themselves, commenting on how awful it all was, that such a lovely day could have ended in such a murderous way.
“We need to get these bodies off the street and go check the bank first,” said Cole. “Put two armed men outside while we go inside.”
Singling out two young men, both wearing tied down guns at their hips, Roose pointed to the bank. “Anyone but us comes out, you shoot ‘em.”
Appalled, the two young men exchanged nervous glances. Cole chuckled, “Don’t worry, boys, I very much doubt there are any desperados left inside.”
“Even so,” muttered Roose.
“Even
