Buck Brunt and Tom strode angrily out of the courthouse, toward the milling, threatening crowd that had gathered out front. Cole Sellers was haranguing the hangers-on.
“The judge says ‘case dismissed,’” he chuckled, “and them two wardens couldn’t do nothin’ a-tall! You should of seen their faces when he said that! I like to of died laughin’! ‘Case dismissed,’ he says, and that’s all there was to it! Imagine arrestin’ us for shootin’ a couple of deer! If I had them wardens here, I’d—”
Buck Brunt walked up behind him, laid the palm of his right hand against the back of Cole Sellers’ head, and shoved hard. The poacher went spinning into the arms of a fat man who stood near. He recovered himself and looked around. Buck Brunt’s face and neck were a deeper red than his hair.
“What would you d
