Sheriff Hall’s POV
I watched the bastard Grant take off, Paul and I heading straight for the encampment. “Do ya think he hurt June?” He yelled at me over the sound of hooves, almost being drowned out.
“I pray to God he didn’t.” I leaned further into my saddle, feeling like an i***t and a failure. I had failed to protect one of my citizens, and here I was cavorting with the enemy. I didn’t rightly trust the O’Shea’s, and I was a damned coward for letting them pick on Junebug like they had been doing. It didn’t help that there was only one of me and dozens of them. I would have had a deputy or two if those wolves hadn’t have killed them off.
When we got closer, I saw the horse that the Ranger had rode in on near a month ago pawing at the ground, agitated by the noise and commotion. I got
