"Ain't got nobody covered in blood," said Deputy Gonzales. "Leastways, nobody we've seen."
Sheriff August Black nodded at that. "Two drunks in their cells, but they both been here for years. Have the Gravedigger look 'em over, but if he don't find anything we cut 'em loose in the mornin'."
Gonzales nodded. "The Mayor herself, she says she ain't got anybody new stayin' in her saloon."
"That'd be too easy," Sheriff Black muttered, and Gonzales nodded. All right. He was going to have call the deputies in, and send them out to search in the morning if nothing else happened tonight. Meanwhile, he'd go and sit in the saloon t'night, all nice and casual, and see what might happen. Might be anything', might be nothin'.
"Gonzalez," he said quietly. "You remember those silver bullets the gravedigger left for us?"
Gonzales nodded.
"Make sure you and the others have a cylinder full of 'em, okay. I'll give the order, but tell anybody I might miss."
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