Chapter SevenThe fist never connected. Jonathon turned away, his arm dropping in Clare's direction with one warning finger pointed at her where the sheriff couldn't see. Not over, not by a long shot in her opinion. He began moving away.
The figure beyond was tall, standing with authority; one would have respected him even had he not been a cop. Sheriff Terrick Heckstall was a rarity. The beige uniform suited him, his black skin contrasting with the clothing. He held his six-shooter in both hands, the grip sure, the aim deadly. This was a man who had fought prejudice as he worked his way up through the system. Respected by the entire town for his uncompromising stance on any crime, he had been offered the post with endorsements from the entire town council. He took the Holden Sheriff's dep
