Chapter 9
It was a slow night when Sheriff William Chase sat in his office brushing the dirt of a busy day off his boots. As he rubbed the leather back and forth, he thought back several years ago when the little town of Thunderbolt was wild and rowdy, consisting of little more than saloons, dance halls, gambling parlors, and brothels. But the west was growing and slowly gaining in respectability with lawful businessmen and hard-working pioneers who craved a sense of stability and demanded law and order.
The time had come for a sheriff, so they inquired until they were put on the trail of William Chase, a former Pinkerton detective agent and wildcat oil driller. When they found him, he was on a wolf hunt, capturing hundreds of wolves single-handedly without ever having to kill one. They
