The .32-caliber revolver would be easier for Lissa Sugarman or Marietta to handle than that big Navy Colt. He tucked the gun into his belt, at the small of his back. He returned to the lobby and was about to leave when Sheriff Brown came walking in. “Just the man I’ve been lookin’ for,” Brown said. “Likewise, Sheriff.” “Yeah, Boone told me you were tryin’ to find me,” Brown said. “I had some trouble in one of the saloons I had to take care of.” “Boone tell you why I wanted you?” “He did,” Brown said. “I’m not sure I agree with you, Adams, but it’s somethin’ to look into. I figure to go and talk to Mrs. Graham, and to Rufus Holmes.” “You know Holmes?” “I’ve had him in my cells a time or two, but never for anythin’ big I could prove. Can’t say I can see him and Mrs. Graham as a couple, though.” “A man could do a lot of things for money, Sheriff.” “That’s true enough. Where are you headed?” “Back to the doctor’s office. Got two women there need looking after.”
