Epilogue
The day was hot and dusty as transients, prairie scum, and saddle tramps with their mouths full of chewing tobacco came to the courthouse. Swear words drifted all over, the sound drowned out only by the barking of dogs, and the cries of tooth-gapped kids, innocent enough to be barely out of the cradle. While they hung onto their ma’s skirts, everybody sat wide-eyed as they looked at the three mean looking men and their lawyer who sat at the head of the room.
Tousle-headed Dudley Martin who ran a candy store in town, stood and cast aside his store apron, slung on a pair of six guns, and sat down beside the notorious criminals. Opening up his briefcase full of notes, he sat ready to take up his second job as lawyer, and give this court hairy hell.
Reno looked at Dudley, with his
