“Pete? Why, yes, he’s at home, Mr. Rigby.”
“Uh-huh.” He appeared miserable.
Roaring turned in his saddle and looked back toward the ford. He felt that it wouldn’t be long before some of the Black Horse gang would be riding out that way.
“If it’s any of my business—what do you want Pete for?” asked Jimmy.
“It’s kinda tough,” said Roaring slowly. “You know that I’m sheriff now, don’tcha?”
“I know Randall resigned,” said Jimmy.
“And I’m sheriff now, Jimmy. You was in that poker game in the Black Horse tonight, wasn’t you?”
“I was. If you mean the trouble between Pete and Mallette, I know all about it, Roaring.”
“Mebby not, Jimmy. A while ago they found Mallette over near the end of redlight row, with a bullet square between his eyes.”
“My God!” exclaimed Dawn.