Chapter 8
The next night Johnny strolled into the Rough Rider Saloon with his curled up cowboy hat pulled down over his eyes. With subtle movements, and a sharp eye his gaze raked over the men there until he saw Kit who, with his gaze cutting around, acted distant, pretending not to know Johnny.
Johnny turned back toward the bar. “Give me some mad dog or rotgut. Whatever you have.”
“I have both, cowboy. Which do you want? I’ve also got some Thunderbird, and bum wine.”
“I’ll take the rotgut.”
“Wanna get drunk quick, huh?”
“Yeah. And I don’t much care how I do it.”
Johnny watched as the barkeep poured the whiskey in the glass, and then he lifted it to his lips. His hand stopped suddenly when he saw the sheriff walk in with Reno Stokes. His heart began to pound at the sight of his old
