Jack paused for a moment to examine the men who were lying in the street. The four that Kalia had shot were breathing; they would wake up in an hour or two with a massive headache, but they would be all right. The Field Binder, well…He might have a concussion, but there wasn’t much Jack could do about it.
Biting his lip, he looked up to fix his gaze upon Kalia. “How did you learn to shoot like that?”
She replied with a cheeky grin and a burst of laughter. “I was the Sheriff of Dry Gulch for seven years!” she exclaimed. “You don’t survive a job like that without picking up a few skills.”
Jack tipped his hat to her. “Well said.”
“Let’s see if we can find this Mr. Harford.”
Standing up straight, Jack shoved his hands into his coat pockets and scanned the area. “Do you have any clue where
