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The townsfolk were afraid. Anna could practically feel it in the air. They had reason to be, of course, even before the Dogs had rode into town. But it just as easily suggested their own trespasses. Only the sinful would feel it necessary to avert their eyes from the Lord's hounds. But that was a matter for later, when there was still so many questions remaining in Sheriff Cobbs' death. Much less the disturbing suggestion that the brutal attacks reached beyond Red Road.

The notion that Abigail Cobbs was possibly leaving town could be an admission of guilt, but it could just as reasonably be the reasonable actions of a grieving widow whose husband had obviously been a prominent figure in the community. It was too early to tell. And all the more reason to press her for information regarding her late husband.

"Thank you, Sheriff." Anna nodded to him as he left. She knocked on the door, then rested her hands on her belt and waited. Her arms brushed back the edges of her coat, clearly showing the revolver and whip on her belt. Sometimes it was necessary to remind people that when a Dog came knocking, they were not to be dismissed.