The sheriff had walked out the door, following him. He said, “Marshal, what makes you think they’ll head for Denver?”
Longarm didn’t look around. He said, “For one thing, Denver ain’t got no sun nor desert nor mules.”
“What?”
“It’s a long story,” Longarm said. He shook his head. He reckoned, on balance, he’d done more good than bad. At least he hoped Billy Vail would see it that way.