Chapter 16
Steve studied the tray of food the sheriff had someone in the town bring in for him. It was a large meal, and he hadn’t eaten since the noon meal the previous day, but he had more sense than to touch anything before him.
“You’re not gonna eat that, Steve? It looks mighty fine.” Frank stared wistfully at the mounds of eggs, the strips of bacon, the sausage links, the pot of coffee.
“No. I wouldn’t put it past those bastards to doctor it up so it affects my fighting.”
“I didn’t even think…Do you want some of ours?” Frank offered him a strip of bacon. “I have the feeling they want us to be aware of every excruciating minute we have that noose around our necks.”
Steve hesitated.
“I’ll try it just to make sure.” Bart took the bacon from his friend, folded it in two, and stuffed
