Safe Passage

Will the real coach robber please stand up?

"Stagecoach comin'!" someone in the street yelled. Leo's hand dipped to his revolver.

'Nobody move. That 'coach came into town fully loaded, and that's how it'll leave!"

"I—I need my kegs...sir," the bartender whined.

"You'll get yer tuns, barman, you—"

With the crash of a pistol, and the bartender crumpled. Leo crouched, drew and took a bead on the shooter in one movement. His pistol thundered, three bullets finding their mark.

He stood up, his badge twinkling in the dim light. "That puts paid to the stagecoach robber. This is a town of law—and that law is me."