Claud’s POV
We closed and locked the jailhouse for the two newlyweds, Paul Senior shaking his head in bewilderment. “This is just way too much for my nerves.”
“Well; if you want a break, go back to your store and see if you can get anything together to help convince every last soul in this town to forget they even heard anything about wolf people. If the O’Shea’s are smart about it, they’ll play mum too.” Sheriff Hall scurried ahead of me, heading to the post office to send off a telegraph. On his way, he walked by a Ranger and an O’Shea dog doing patrols. I noticed the O’Shea sniffed at the Sheriff, his eyes going vacant for a moment when he did.
I tipped my hat in front of my eyes, still trying to not let the Rangers see my face head on. It had been twenty years since I ‘disappeared’,
