Friends

Back in the winter of '77 I was deputying up in Two Scalp, Dakota Territory; waiting for my friend Clete Shannon-who was the Sheriff there at the time-to say the word for us to quit our jobs and head south...Being Clete's deputy give me mighty little to do but think things over, morning or night. Two Scalp's deader'n a sucker in a sandstorm.

This lazy peace would not last.

Willie Goodwin had seen a lot of life; he knew how the death wind could blow into a man's life on a clear sunny day witho...