It was still light when Steve rode down the main street of Woody Draw, but it wouldn’t be for much longer. He used the opportunity to study each horse tied outside the various buildings, but none of them was the black and white gelding. It was getting late, and most businesses were starting to close. Well, he intended to find Sharps if he had to break down every door in town.
Meanwhile, he rode up to the sheriff’s office. He figured if Weatherford was in this town, Cottyn should know.
He tied Bella to the hitching rail, crossed to the door, and let himself in.
The sheriff looked up from his desk and gave a satisfied grin. “Marriott.” The sheriff held out his hand, which Steve shook.
“Cottyn.”
“No.” Cottyn laughed. “Your guns. You’re dropping them off, aren’t you?”
Steve hadn’t forgot
