“Sheriff Brody,” she snapped, “the saloon threatens the safety of this town far more than any train robbers. It undermines families from within, with the temptations of drink and loose women. Even if a few people are picked off, the town itself would remain intact regardless of train robbers.”
Dylan stared at the woman. Ignorant little featherbrain. “You couldn't be more wrong,” he told her bluntly, “but I'm not taking the time to explain it. Drop off your petition at the mayor's office and see if your father wants it or call a meeting. Whatever you like. I'm not involved in it.”
Dropping the paper in the street, he hurried on his way, ignoring her muttering.
Arriving at the door of the café, he knocked. A flash of color appeared at the window, and then he heard a skirt rustling behind
