“Whoo!” He chuckled, his big belly bouncing. “Missy, you have got one hell of a sense of humor!”
“What—?”
“The Railwalker Gang ain’t in Little Rock!” Clyde snarked. “Everybody knows they went out further west years ago! Terrorizing some Nevada towns the last I heard.”
“Besides that,” said the sheriff, “there ain’t no females part of the Railwalkers. Goodness gracious, who put you up to this? Old Lou?”
“No!” Violet pleaded with them both, but neither seemed willing to listen. “I’m tellin’ you, you got it wrong—”
“All right now.” The sheriff wrapped an arm around Violet’s shoulders, turning her away. “This little joke’s gone far enough. We’re busy men, miss. Not a lot of time for this foolishness.”
“I ain’t jokin’!” Violet pulled away and rounded back to the pair of them. “You gotta be
