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Murphy came to his feet, and started in with a string of curses and accusations that surprised no one. Duncan looked with regret at Sean, whose large frame blocked his view of Charlie. The sheriff was certain he had been right about this man, and even though Murphy was a trial to everyone in town, Duncan wasnt about to put one of Visalias residents in danger. Having grown to like Sean made his job all the harder.
It looks like Ill have to take you back to the jail, Sean, but I would like to hear your story.
Sean was livid with the loudmouthed man named Murphy, but for the moment his anger was directed at Duncan. If the conditions on that paper state that I have to stand back while some man hits my wife, then you can go ahead and hang me!
Duncan spun so fast on the foul-mouthed livery patron that Murphy took a hasty step backward into a pile of horse manure. What is this, Murphy? Duncan ground out the question, but he didnt wait for an answer.
Charlie, he called, having just realized she was behind Sean. The young man stood his ground as the sheriff approached, his manner telling Duncan he had been right all along.
Duncans hand briefly touched Seans shoulder as he stepped around him and bent over the small livery owner. They spoke softly for some minutes while Charlie explained. Duncan saw red over the bruise on her face; her cheek was already beginning to swell.
Sheriff Duncan turned from Charlie to see that his deputy had come on the scene. In a quiet voice he ordered the deputy to take Murphy to the jailhouse and to keep him there until he arrived.
He owes me money, Charlie called as Murphy started away.
He can pay it too, a voice shouted out of the crowd. He just cleaned me out in a game of poker.
There was laughter all around, and even though Charlies head felt like it was going to fall off, she looked on with satisfaction as Murphy fished the coins from his pocket.
Break it up now, Duncan shouted to the crowd that had gathered. Sean and Charlie stood quietly until the townspeople dispersed.
You should put a cold cloth on that. Sean spoke quietly, watching his wife with very real concern and wishing he had a handkerchief or something to offer her.
Ill be all right, she said, wanting to say more but afraid he would see the fierce emotions pouring through her. Besides, her face hurt too much to talk.
Ill get back to work, Sean said.
And Ill walk you to your house, Duncan told Charlie as he took her arm and headed for the rear door.
Get your feathers down, Charlie. Im not offering you charity.
Ive got money.