Twenty-EightCrossing the street towards the saloon, which bore a hoarding announcing rooms were available, the two lawmen neither spoke nor looked at one another. The meeting with Magee had not only proved fruitful, but enlightening beyond their dreams, causing them both to reflect deeply on what the information they received.
Received was probably not the word to describe how Simms had extracted from Magee what he knew. Cross, standing in the corner, preferred to gaze out of the window, closing his ears to the sound of Simms's fists cracking ribs and chipping teeth.
Entering the office, Simms had motioned for Cross to bar the door. Magee, eyes wide, held up both his hands. “I'm not sure what you're hoping to discover, but you ain't got no—”
Simms silenced him with a thundering left hoo
