The Plains of Laramie
The Plains of Laramie
“Riders came and went, off work for the night and bent on the powerful releases range men need at the end of the day. The last coach departed northward to make its eventual easterly swoop toward Cheyenne A knock on the door brought Parker back to the present with a jolt. He stood up, stepped away from backgrounding light, and called: “Come in!”
It was Sheriff Wheaton. He stood a moment, peering ahead beyond the opened door into the room’s deep gloom. As though he believed Parker had doused the l...ight for fighting purposes, Hub said: “Stand easy, Travis. I come in peace.”
“Then come in and close the door.”
Wheaton did this. He said: “You worryin’ about another bushwhacker, sittin’ in the dark up here?”
“Not exactly.” Parker resumed his seat by the window. “Pull up a chair if you wish.”
Wheaton did that. As he sank down upon it, he mightily sighed. “Hot tonight. Thirty degrees cooler than daytime, but still damned hot.”
Parker sat looking down upon Laramie, saying nothing or looking around at the sheriff.MoreLess
It was Sheriff Wheaton. He stood a moment, peering ahead beyond the opened door into the room’s deep gloom. As though he believed Parker had doused the l...ight for fighting purposes, Hub said: “Stand easy, Travis. I come in peace.”
“Then come in and close the door.”
Wheaton did this. He said: “You worryin’ about another bushwhacker, sittin’ in the dark up here?”
“Not exactly.” Parker resumed his seat by the window. “Pull up a chair if you wish.”
Wheaton did that. As he sank down upon it, he mightily sighed. “Hot tonight. Thirty degrees cooler than daytime, but still damned hot.”
Parker sat looking down upon Laramie, saying nothing or looking around at the sheriff.MoreLess
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