He turned to Williams. “You’ve got some time on the inside, I ain’t saying how much. But the thing stays outside the fence. The rules of Devil’s Gorge are simple: Make yourself useful. Don’t break the law. And check your weapons at the armory until called upon to use them.” He motioned to his deputy. “Open the man door.”
Williams turned to Ank. “Okay, stay. It’s time to sleep. Back. I will be back.”
He stepped through the man door but was stopped by the Marshal.
“Your guitar case. I’ll need you to open it up.”
Williams paused as though taken aback. “It’s just a guitar ...”
“Then you’ll have no problem showing it to me.”
Williams looked from the Marshal to the deputy, and finally the saloon girl. Everyone nodded.
“Okay,” he said, and crouched, opening the case. He looked up at the Ma
