"Don't go making any foolish play, boys," the sheriff warned. "We don't want
trouble--we aren't looking for any. But we ain't taking any chances."
"Well now, you're takin' a dang long chance, Hank Miller, when yuh come ridin'
up on us fellers like yuh was cornerin' a bunch uh outlaws," Applehead
exploded. But Luck pushed him aside and stepped to the front.
"Nobody's making any foolish play but you," he answered the sheriff calmly.
"You may not know it, but you're blocking my scene and the light's going. If
you've got any business with me or my company, get it over and then get out so
we aim make this scene. What d'yuh want?"
"You," snapped the sheriff. "You and your bunch."
"Me?" Luck took a step forward. "What for?"
"For pulling off that robbery at the bank today." The sheriff could be pretty
blunt, and he shot the charge straight, without any quibbling.
Luck looked a little blank; and old Applehead, shaking with a very real anger
now, shoved Luck away and stepped up where he could shake his fist under the
sheriff's nose.
"We don't know, and we don't give a cuss, what you're aimin' at," he
thundered. "We been out here workin' in this brilin' sun sense nine o'clock
this mornin'.
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