a gritty, emotional saga set in Wyoming with both greed and vengeance
at its core. When the town’s top law officer’s wife is slain by her own
blood, a reluctant hero is forced to battle his own demons and
ultimately choose between justice, revenge, and duty.
put his hand on the hood of Ty’s truck. It was the only vehicle in the
small dirt lot. The metal had long since cooled, the engine quiet. The
sheriff unholstered his revolver. He checked the cylinders and eased up
the stairs, peering through the dirty glass of the saloon door, his
nerves dancing expectantly.
sat alone, stooped over the Springfield. A weathered Stetson and a
half-empty bottle of Wild Turkey sat next to him on the bar. Pruett saw
no one else. Owner and barkeep, Roland Pape, was in the wind. Or worse.
opened the door slowly. He targeted the sweaty, thinning hair on the
back of Ty McIntyre’s head. The door creaked loudly, but the old cowpoke
“Sheriff,” Ty finally said.
“Yep,” Pruett answered, his finger steady on the trigger guard. “That rifle loaded, Ty?”
“Wouldn’t be much of a rifle if it weren’t.”
“You know where Roland is, Ty?”
Ty pointed toward the back door.
“Took a powder,” he said. “Weren’t much jaw in him. Not like usual.”
“Ty, I’m taking you in. Just two ways that happens.”
“Takin’ me in?”
got big questions need answering,” Pruett said. Streams of sweat ran
down the nape of his neck and into the middle of his back. His stomach
bucked and kicked like a wild horse. His mind screamed at him,
questioning, wanting to know why he didn’t put a bullet in McIntyre’s
spine. The law seemed insurmountably distant from Pruett.
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