Billy nodded grimly, seeming to understand the gravity of the situation, and hurried down the street toward the café.
“Well, shoot,” Dylan muttered, turning away from his quarry and back toward the jail. “He was too close. Much too close. Who was that guy anyway? He seems familiar, but I can't place him. Of course, in this town that alone should be warning enough. And what on earth was he talking about, stole his woman? I haven't stolen anything.”
“Of course you haven't.”
Dylan started violently, surprised to find himself facing the desk inside the jail building, staring at Jesse's smirking face.
“If you stole something, Sheriff, I'd have to arrest you.”
Dylan lowered his eyebrows. Then he sank into a chair, his knees no longer willing to hold him. “He's here. He got the jump on me. M
