Longarm #398 : Longarm And The Range War (9781101553701) (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
What it did have was a telegraph key. “Whilst I’m busy getting a wire off to the Cheyenne police,” he told the driver, “you can unload the corpse and put him . . . I dunno, someplace in the shade, I s’pose. Into an ice house if they got such a thing here.” “Me?” the jehu groaned. “You shot him. You get rid of him.” Longarm shrugged. “It don’t make no nevermind to me. Just leave him in the damn drivin’ box if you’d rather.” “Hey!” the jehu yelped. “You can’t . . .” Longarm turned his back and walked away in search of that telegraph. It was coming evening of the next day when he finally reached Dwyer, having traveled overnight with relays of the mules and changing coaches twice. Dwyer, seat of McConnell County, was . . . not very damned much. It was sun-baked and dusty, most of the boards and shingles on the buildings warping and untended. The only building of any substance was the courthouse, which was built of stone and had a copper-clad copola perched on top of a slate roof.
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