Chapter 33
Sharps blew out a breath as Steve hurried down the walk to where he’d left his mare. He hadn’t been certain Steve would go along with his suggestion. A bath would be nice, but he could wait for it. The thing was, it would be suspicious if they left town just as word got out Weatherford was dead.
And he knew beyond a doubt the son of a b***h was dead. He’d always been a good shot, thanks to Pa, but Colonel Sebring had seen to it he’d become a crackerjack at it. He just wasn’t sure how Steve would react to him killing the man. He’d known Weatherford would make a move—he’d taken his measure back in Willow Crick and had been subtly goading the man all through the game. He’d bided his time, and once Weatherford had gone for his gun, he’d waited for the sheriff to make his move. It
