“Them bondsmen, are they like them slave hunters of old like my Grandmamma told me about?” Bertha said looking around worriedly.
“No Bertha they the money guys you got to go see like when we had to get Jebediah out of the cross bar motel. Course if they gets you out of jail, they also make sure that you show up at court whether you want to or not so they don’t lose no money.” Clem said jogging her memory.
“Oh yeah, I know what they talking about Miss Bertha! My Momma has to get one of them fellas once in a while, but they always seem to want something more than money when they come around!” Rossy said scowling and holding her gun a little tighter.
“Now there are good ones and bad ones just like in everything. Think about them like money changers in the Bible, Bertha. They exchange a li
