The sheriff slammed into the town hall and said, “I need to see the town fathers.”
“I’m sorry, but they’re in a meeting.”
Without another word, he turned and went into the first door he saw that was closed and tried to open it, but it was locked. With his big booted foot, he lifted it high and shoved it against the door, tearing the wood off the door frame, and burst in. “I came to see the dirty, rotten cowards that put Johnny August on Storm’s trail.”
“No one here knows what you’re talkin’ about, Sheriff.”
“Everyone here knows what I’m talkin’ about because Storm is dead. He was killed by Johnny August.” He watched each one of them closely as they considered his lie. He could see the tremor of smiles that were being suppressed and knowing gazes that cut around to the others. “There wa
