Sheriff Brady had no use for outlaws. He was a man of high ego and preferred gunplay to negotiation. His deputy had seen Dan enter the stable, so he thought he’d have a talk with him.
“Borden,” he shouted. “I know you’re in there. I’m not messing around. I’m going to arrest you. You just come out of there unarmed.”
There was no answer. For all his bravado, the sheriff wasn’t fool enough to enter the stable. He’d left his deputy at the jail.
The sheriff fingered the hammer on his revolver. “I said come out of there,” he shouted shrilly. His revolver was ready, but he was nervous. “I said come out of there, you coward.”
Still no response. People were gathering across the street near the saloon. No one said a word, but they were watching.
The sheriff turned around and walked without expression back to the jail.
Copyright 2014 George Lowell Tollefson