When a woman was in the cell, she tended to get raped. The
fact that The Grey Woman was untouched at sunup showed my deputies weren’t addle-headed.
She was sitting Injun style on the bed, eyes closed.
“Here to attempt me to give up my fellow ‘outlaws’?” she
spat at me eventually.
Didn’t seem much of a point to lying.
“Yup.”
She sighed.
“And why should I?”
“Every sheriff in the country wants to wrap your neck in
rope. I’m the only one wants to put a badge on your chest.”
And thus began the tale of Sheriff Maggie Gust.
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