Support Your Local Deputy: A Cotton Pickens Western - Plot & Excerpts
I sort of hated it; I hadn’t figured out who nipped the boodle in Zimmer’s cash box, and I hadn’t come up with any suspects at all. I wished I could set it right with him. I wrestled myself out of my cot at Belle’s Boarding House and got out there just as the outfit was fixing to roll. “You, is it?” Zimmer asked. “You found some hard-won and easily nipped greenbacks that belong to me?” “No, sir, I reckon I ain’t. Not even a likely prospect. But I want an address so if I get aholt of it, I can return it.” Zimmer sighed. “I have none, sir. I hope to retire in Ames, Iowa, when I’ve advanced a few more years, but my home, sir, is only a soft and seductive dream.” The feller sounded sort of lonely. It would be a strange sort to run around the country peddling tonic all his life, with nary a hope of home and family. But the world’s full of odd sorts like him. “You do well here?” “I would have, but for the theft, sheriff.” “You sure it ain’t someone in your company?
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