The Dark Horse
The Dark Horse
“The sheriff of Campbell County had laughed on the other end of the phone.
“Doesn’t it strike you as odd, Sandy?”
“Everything in that Powder River country strikes me as odd. It’s another world, Walt. Everybody’s got police scanners; do you know what it’s like to try and serve papers out there?” I could just imagine him seated in his luxurious leather chair in his wood-paneled office. What with all the energy development, I was beginning to believe the talk that Gillette would be the largest city... in Wyoming in ten years.
I raised my eyebrows. “Yep, but setting your barn on fire and then going to sleep?”
Sandy Sandberg laughed again. He didn’t take anything all that seriously—it was one of his charms—and being sheriff of a county as busy as Campbell would’ve given anybody ample opportunity for seriousness. “Yeah, well . . . they say it was lightning, but Wade Barsad was known to be kind of reckless.”
I studied the thin, two-page report on my desk. “Not local.”MoreLess
“Doesn’t it strike you as odd, Sandy?”
“Everything in that Powder River country strikes me as odd. It’s another world, Walt. Everybody’s got police scanners; do you know what it’s like to try and serve papers out there?” I could just imagine him seated in his luxurious leather chair in his wood-paneled office. What with all the energy development, I was beginning to believe the talk that Gillette would be the largest city... in Wyoming in ten years.
I raised my eyebrows. “Yep, but setting your barn on fire and then going to sleep?”
Sandy Sandberg laughed again. He didn’t take anything all that seriously—it was one of his charms—and being sheriff of a county as busy as Campbell would’ve given anybody ample opportunity for seriousness. “Yeah, well . . . they say it was lightning, but Wade Barsad was known to be kind of reckless.”
I studied the thin, two-page report on my desk. “Not local.”MoreLess
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