Chapter 9
I’m Home, Dear
Larry Adams was standing on the boardwalk on the main street in front of the blacksmith shop doing nothing, while he waited for the stage that would take him out of Cougar Rock for good, when Lacey rode into town. She was looking for Domingo Wells first and foremost.
The first person she saw was Larry. He was as burnt out with Cougar Rock as he was with the hotel he had just boarded up and put up for sale. It had once been a good business but the last two years had not gone well, and then came the fire. He threw his hands up and just wanted out while he still had a buck or two in the bank.
Lacey pulled up close enough to call over to him. “Hate to be a bother,” she said, ”but could you tell me where I might find Sheriff Wells?”
“The sheriff,” Larry said,” that
