Snippet #2434091

Anna tipped her hat politely in response, walking inside andsitting down in the living room. She carefully looking over the interior of the house. There had to be something of value here, something that proved the sheriff's guilt. She looked back to Abigail, leaning back in her chair as the woman spoke.

"I wonder if you might have heard," Anna began slowly, "It is said that the Lord blesses his Watchdogs with the ability to detect truth from lies. Truth is everything, after all. Nothing is hidden from the eyes of God. Must as your late husband has discovered, I am sure. No earthly station or title is significant to the Lord. Only deeds."

She paused for a moment, considering what approach to take. Abigail was afraid, that was obvious. But not the same fear as the mayor. He feared judgement. She feared exposure. Anna continued, her voice lower and at least somewhat softer then her regular flat, blunt tone. "But you must understand, my aim is to help you. And to help this town. The sinners I hunt are the monsters attacking the ranches. They are the ones who will face the Lord's wrath. But I need your help, Abigail. What is said here will not leave this house, but I must know what you do. And tea would be lovely, thank you."