![]() ![]() Unfortunately, he was too late for Laurie Smith. As long as he was in charge of justice in this town, that wasn't going to happen. He hated that some lives were valued more than others. One or two people had tried to be helpful, but most couldn't bother. They'd answered his questions patiently, but he'd seen the questions in their eyes. Neither group had any information about the dead saloon girl. And, as Megan had told him, the newer settlers didn't much care about him or his past, as long as he kept the peace. Most of the old-timers remembered him and weren't pleased to have him as their sheriff. He'd had that kind of trouble all the day. Then both of them glanced at him and hurried away. The younger of the two smiled and nodded until her companion leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. He stepped back out of their way and touched his hat brim. Two women carrying overloaded baskets walked along the boardwalk. He buttoned up his lined coat and adjusted his hat. It was warmer than it had been the day before. The blue Kansas sky stretched on forever. It was late afternoon when Justin left the livery stable and stood alone on the boardwalk. ![]() He had something to prove to the town and himself. It was possible the two crimes had been committed by the same person. In keeping with this town's attitude about someone they thought was less respectable than themselves, no one gave a damn. Important Reasons for Having Mirrors in Elevators ![]()
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