Chapter 11Six years after the surrender of New Colorado Protectorate
Todd regarded the note in his hand and flicked at the corner of the paper. He sighed and squared his shoulders before meeting the gaze of the man in front of him. “You sure about this?”
The sheriff nodded. “Is Nick home? I wanted to talk to him as well.”
“Um, yeah, sorry, come in and be comfortable. He’s out in the barn. I’ll go—”
“We can walk out there,” the sheriff said and put a hand on Todd’s shoulder. Todd realized it was partially to steer Todd to the barn and partially to steady himself. His limp was worse, but Todd didn’t mention it, not wanting to embarrass the other man.
Checking his steps so the sheriff wouldn’t have trouble keeping up, Todd folded the paper and shoved it into his pocket as they walked in
