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Yes, he is young, and I think Id better warn you, they plan to make an example out of him.
Duncans voice was equally soft, and he watched with pain as a shudder ran over his wifes frame. He hated to see her upset, but it was better that she know now than on the day the kid swung from a rope.
Lora had brought along a pot of coffee and joined Duncan as he ate. They talked of nothing in particular, and as soon as Duncan was finished he urged her to go home.
What if he didnt like the food? I could always fix him something else.
Duncan looked at her with tender eyes, but the set of his mouth told her that no one was going to baby this prisoner. Lora realized he needed to be as stern with himself as he was with her. She left without an argument.
Sean told himself that he wouldnt be able to eat a thing, but one taste of the eggs and bacon on the plate, and the food disappeared like magic. He was sitting back on the cot, the tray still beside him, when Duncan came back.
He unlocked the cell door and signaled Sean out with his gun. Once by the desk Duncan handcuffed one of Seans wrists and closed the other cuff around a ring on the wall.
Have a seat. The older man directed him to the chair that sat beneath the ring. It wasnt the most comfortable position, but Sean took little notice.
He watched the sheriff take a seat behind the desk and draw some papers out of a drawer.
Whats your name?
It was the first of many questions, including everything Sean knew about the robbery and those involved. It occurred to Sean that this man might be his ticket out of here, so he didnt lie or try to protect his accomplices. He was quiet and somewhat respectful, but his anger at Hartley made him feel like a kettle on the verge of a boilover.
After an hours worth of questioning about Hartley, the cabin, and the robbery, Duncan asked where Sean was from.
Santa Rosa.
North of San Francisco, right?
Yes, sir.
The men stared at each other for the space of a few heartbeats.
Where are your folks, son?
Not even his anger could hide the pain in the younger mans eyes as he answered. My mother is dead and last I knew, my father, Seans jaw tightened on the word, was in Hawaii.
Duncan didnt reply to this right away. Sean was unaware of how swiftly the other mans mind was moving. Angry or not, this kid knows hes done wrong, regrets it, and knows hes going to have to be punished. The thought startled Duncan.
Howd you meet Hartley?