"Tell Sam about it." She turned back toward the hall.
"It's got to be done quick. I got two men on my tail."
"Two men?"
"I take one to be a Injun, the other Vickers' troublebuster."
Whisky Willie reached Tunneltown shortly after dark. He left his horse at the livery, unhooked the handcuffs from his saddle and walked stiffly to the marshal's office.
Madrid was at his desk behind an oil can and a mound of rags, cleaning his revolver. He leaped to his feet as Willie walked in and dumped the handcuffs on the desk.
"I told you, cowboy," Madrid said, swallowing his amazement. "I warned you."
"This is a c-c-county badge I'm wearing," Willie said.
Madrid gaped at the badge. "What the hell are you trying to pull?"