“No you won’t,” objects Windy, “but we will have to teach her to point it at enemies instead of friends.”
“Here comes the sheriff,” says Hashknife. “Wonder what he wants?”
The sheriff rides in the gate and heads toward the house, so we moves up and meets him at the steps.
“Nice large afternoon,” says Hashknife, pleasant-like.
The sheriff gives a short nod and looks at the open door of the house. Then he turns to Windy, and says——
“I’d like to see M. J. Haley.”
“Yuh would?”
“I said I would.”
“What for?”
Windy says this kinda soft-like and the sheriff squints at him for several seconds before he says——