“That,” he retorted, “is none of your business.”
After the words were out he could almost have bitten his tongue in two for if the sheriff pressed him for an answer, he would be forced to reveal his identity and such things as local sheriffs being involved in crime was not altogether unknown.
“I’m making it my business right now,” snapped the older man and before Bob could move, a gun appeared in the other’s hands.
“Put up your hands and turn around. Do it slowly and you won’t be hurt, but if you make one false move, I’ll let you have it.”
Chapter XXVII
SHERIFF McCURDY TALKS
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There was nothing else for Bob to do and with his hands raised high above his head, he turned slowly and faced the water cooler. He could imagine how Tully Ross would have chuckled if he could have seen his predicament now.
Firm hands whisked the gun out of the shoulder holster and Bob heard the sheriff step back.
“Turn around slowly now, but keep your hands up.”
Bob obeyed the command and the sheriff waved him toward a seat on the opposite side of the car.
“Now that you’ve got my gun, you’d better let me explain,” said Bob.