Sheriff Gregg & The Righteous Widow Page 3
prerogative, Charles. Now she's gone, I don’t care much one way or the other.” I heard the creak of his rocking chair as he sat back, no doubt smirking away to hisself as was his fashion.
He only cared about being right. That was Sheriff Gregg all over. Well, I guess if you think everybody is up to no good, you’re bound to be right some of the time. Either way, I’d had my fill of him.
“Good night, Sheriff,” was all I said.
