"I'll do better than that. I'm off duty shortly. I'll drive you home."
"I don't think you'd better be gone that long. I smell a range war brewing. People are fixin'to play Cowboys and Indians,Cops and Robbers,whatever the locals indulge in when the men want to bruise knuckles, black eyes, bloody noses, or split lips, then relive their roles as he-menwith relish around their next round of drinks."
She looks thoughtfully at the sheriff, taking his measure. "Or is absenting yourself on a 'legitimate' mission your way to give tacit approval to their little indulgence in mayhem as a way to take the edge off so they don't build up enough of a head of steam to consider a house warming or tar and feathering a good idea?"
"You're everything I was led to believe you'd be, and then some."
Last updated 1/5/02.