“My, oh my,” laughed Kelly Jessup, getting down on his haunches to prod the prone, unconscious stranger before him, “this here is not a very nice fella.” He glanced up at the woman in the black dress standing before him, a heavy-handled spade in her hands. “Thank you kindly, ma"am. He would almost certainly have killed me.”
“I knew him for a killer the moment he came into the church.”
Jessup stood up. “Did you now?”
“Yes, I did. I"ve seen his like before, with his tied-down g*n and that evil glint in his eyes. I lived in Dodge for a while, when my husband worked as a deputy there. The amount of times I witnessed men such as him filling up the jailhouse is beyond counting.”
“Well, I"m glad for it, ma"am. He drew down on me before I could take a breath. I was only coming here to talk to
