Chapter 17Sheriff Landry walked completely around the horse, examining the body it carried while battling anger and disgust. The disgust was aimed at me, not the filthy dead man who likely smelled about the same before putrefaction set in. The anger was unquestionably pointed in the same direction.
“Strobaw, what’s the matter with you? You kill a man and haul him to my front doorstep like you was proud of it. I oughta throw you in jail on the principle of the thing.”
I shrugged. “What do you want me to do, leave him where he lay? I figured I had a legal duty to come report what happened.”
“Do you only think like a Injun when you wanna get my dander up?”
“Seems to me that was thinking with the white part of my brain.”
He sighed. His hands shook from the weight of his fury. “Tell me wha
