Don’t press your luck, Carter.
Langston moves to Emmett and Paden’s table and pulls up a chair. He lifts the last biscuit from a basket. He takes a fastidious bite.
Now let’s talk about you chaps.
We’d rather stay.
We’ll see about that. I’m Sheriff John Langston. As you may have guessed, I am not from these parts.
But the good citizens of Turley have taken me in their embrace, and for one simple reason. I maintain the peace. So when strangers come to town, I always ask them their business. Have you come for the hanging?
I’m just meeting a guy here and moving on. So far I haven’t been able to find him.
Well, in my town, if you’re looking for someone, you ask me.
All right. I’m looking for a young fella, full of juice. About my size, wears a fancy two-gun rig.