He shoved his hand in his pants pocket and pulled out Cy Fennel’s old watch. No getting around it. The stage was an hour late. Micah Landry came out of the Nugget and strode across the street toward him. “No sign of them?” Griffin shook his head and came to a decision. “I’m going for the sheriff.” Micah tailed him over to the jailhouse, next to where Griffin and Justin now lived. Ethan’s paint horse was tied out front. Griffin hurried up the walk and threw the door open. Justin was seated across Ethan’s desk from him, playing a game of checkers with the sheriff. The small potbellied stove kept the office toasty, and a pot of coffee steamed on top. “Howdy, Griff.” Ethan straightened and smiled at him. “The stage is late.” “Oh?” Ethan frowned. “How late?” “A whole hour.” Micah came in behind Ethan and shut the door. “That’s right, Sheriff, and my wife is supposed to be on it.” “Let’s telegraph Nampa and see if they left on time.” “Good thinking.”
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