CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
JUNE 20 – 9:30 AM
ARIZONA REPUBLIC NEWSPAPER
Monday morning finds me sitting at my desk with a stack of messages to return. First, I think it’s time for another call to the sheriff in Globe. Has he located anyone in town that he thinks may have been in a fistfight or a fight for their life? Although, I don’t believe the two dead Indians started the brawl. One was too drunk to want to fight, and the other put up a really great fight. However, he was not drunk and obviously didn’t like being assaulted and wasn’t going down easy.
A young girl in the sheriff’s office answers the phone. The sheriff is busy. Wonder what the hell he is busy doing in Globe. Sleepy, lazy town of Globe. I ask that he call me back. She takes the number, but I’m not so sure that she will relay t
