Frank wasn’t dead, just stunned, and he had a tremendous headache when they loaded him into the ambulance. Gregson led Charlie to Tulip so they might comfort each other, while he debriefed the curious officer.

“Where did you learn to throw like that?”

“Softball Saturdays,” Gregson laughed.

“Now tell me everything…”

“Gregson explained himself.

“Don’t leave town. We may have a few more questions for you.”

“Gregson nodded and led the horses home. When he got there, he noticed the saddlebags on Charlie. They were filled with gold and jewels.

“Well, I guess I don’t need to worry about retirement,” Gregson said.

How right he was. The next day he got a phone call.

“This is the police force, zone 10.” Oh no, Gregson thought. “Would you be interested in doing some consulting for us? We have a strange situation on our hands.”

THE END

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