Thirty oneApproaching the entrance, placing his feet as lightly as possible, the raised voices from within grew in intensity with every step. Taking a breath, he glanced over his shoulder to see Tabatha close behind, gun in hand. She gave him a reassuring smile as Curly sprinted past, disappearing around the nearest corner, presumably to take up his position at the rear. Simms released his breath in a steady, smoking stream and burst through the doors.
The scene confronting him was one of pure confusion. People were shouting, gesticulating, waggling fingers and demanding answers. In the centre of this large press of townsfolk, two men were doing their ablest to calm everyone down but nobody seemed prepared to listen. Certainly none of them noticed Simms's entrance so he stood and waited w
