The lawman pulled out a chair and motioned at Maria and she brought a cup and the pot over. As she poured, Moleen pushed his hat back on his head and scratched his chin. “A hell of a mess.” “And then some,” Fargo said. “I’ve known Garvin pretty near twenty years, ever since he came to work for the senator.” Fargo sensed that Moleen was leading up to something and let him ramble. “Garvin hasn’t given anyone a lick of trouble in all that time. He’s not as rowdy as he used to be.” “Rumor has it he killed a man,” Fargo said. “He rode with a wild bunch when he was younger. The Grissom brothers. Ever heard of them?” Fargo shook his head. “As mean a brood as was ever born. They and several others, Garvin among them, thought they were the cocks of the roost. When they weren’t drunk they were getting drunk. They’d fight anyone at the drop of a feather and they’d drop the feather.” “I’ve run into their kind,” Fargo said. “Garvin wasn’t the worst of that outfit but he was in the thick of it.
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