At a Town Meeting.
About the time Cuff, Link, and the refugees in the shop were screaming, Sheriff Rodriguez, his few deputies, Big Jim, and several of Big Jim’s men rolled into town. All moving towards the Town Hall. They were hauling ten incarcerated animal rights vandals zip-tied in several different vehicles. Coming upon the blocked center of town with the impromptu bandstand was quite a shock for all involved. Even more compelling to the seriousness of the problem were the fifteen to twenty thousand people milling about the streets, all converging on the center of town.
“I should’ve never left San Antonio. Gangbangers were easier than this,” Sheriff Rodriguez muttered as he exited his patrol car. “You three stay put, I’ll not be in a mood to deal with any bullshit when I come back.”
