CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Hanson came through the door, face awash with sweat, his eyes burning bright. “What the hell is going on here?”
They had Reece against the bars of the cell. There was blood dripping from his nose.
“Easy Hanson,” said one of the men who had escorted Reece into the jail, “everything’s taken care of.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means,” said Destry emerging from the shadows, feeding cartridges into an 1860 Henry carbine as he spoke, “he tried to get away, so we had to make him see sense.” He chuckled. “He is gonna wait in here until the circuit judge passes through and he can be tried.”
“Tried?” Hanson scanned the others in the tiny room but received nothing but blank stares in return. “Tried for what?”
“Insurrection, attempted murder, intention to commit th
