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Fuzz marched the outlaws off to the lockup. Thirty-thirty, disappointed that the opportunity for violence had been thwarted, stalked off and snorted something about giving Sara Jane a proper cleaning. That left the Marshall alone with Judge McBride.
She leaned against the door. “That was quick thinking, causing that landslide to flush out their ambush. The investors in the new miners’ co-op will be grateful.”
BraveStarr smiled and doffed his hat. “I’m fine with gratitude, but how about dinner with pretty lady to reward a job well done?”
J.B. smiled back. “Sounds like a mighty fine evening to me.”