Hank’s POV
The door went open as I scampered out of sight, the small cell only having one single corner that was out of the way of the door. “f**k dammit, Claud! Now I have to lock ya up and I’ll be having those Rangers breathing down my neck!”
“It wasn’t my bullet though! That damned O’Shea shot little Benny boy to distract ya’ll from the fact he was healing almost as soon as the bullet went through!” I could hear the door close with a thud behind the pair, the noise of outside being cut off drastically.
“You better hope the doc’s able to patch him up, or those O’Shea’s will get away with it and you’ll hang for murder.” Sheriff Hall grumbled.
“Well; we’re all about out of luck anyways. The O’Shea’s got June, the Rangers want us geared for battle, that Hank and his damned council. I be
