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tilted tombstone. "So tell me, Sergeant, what did you learn?" |
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Mason Seacraft shuffled his boot back and forth in the dried leaves, looking up and appraising the black starless sky overhead. "I learned that a fellow by the name of Charles Frazier would suddenly become a very wealthy man." |
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Charlie was stunned. It was a turn of events he hadn't anticipated. He had long believed that if the day was ever to dawn when he got his hands on a portion of the Frazier inheritance, it would come only after a long protracted court battle. He glanced over at Peggy. She was already grinning in anticipation. Now he looked at Seacraft. He wasn't quite sure how to play it. Did the Sergeant really think he had something to do with his brother's death? There was only one way to find out. He decided to chance it. |
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"So tell me, Sergeant, are you standing there thinking I had something to do with my brother's death?" |
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Seacraft was the kind who was slow to let his emotions show. Eventually the frown faded, and he relaxed. "Gotta admit that at first I did," he admitted, "but I don't guess I think that now. You see, the way I figure it, if you was the one who caused all of this up here last night, you'd have hightailed it out of town by now, 'cause you'd be figuring we was still |
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