THE GRAVE 10

later that afternoon shug was standing out front of the sherrifs office. the sherriff had tried his best to get him to wear a pistol. but shug resisted. he figured the tin badge pinned to his shirt was enough to start a war. the hatred against the apache in southern arizona was still strong and alive. he saw no sense in inviting trouble. he made no promise to the sherrif but he figured this would be a good way to hanf around and keep a eye on carrie. liveing in town wsnt his idea of the best way of life. but he thought maybe he would get used to it. across the street the bar tender at the saloon there came hustling toward him , his apron flying. "are you the new deputy?" he asked all out of breath. "yes, why?" shug answered. " theres a drunk over there breaking things up. i need him stopped and throwen out of my place."the bar tender pointed back the way he had just come from. shug steped down into the street and started across the street. when he walked into the bar the drunk was holding a wooden chair over his head. he had already broken two others. "stop that." shug walked up and took the chair from the mans hands. " that crook sells watered whiskey. he needs a lesson." the man shouted pointing at the bar tender. " well if he does i would say you should change bars. but tearing things up wont get the water removed. come along, lets go outside a while."shug took the mans arm. "aint no blanket ass going to tell me what to do!" the drunk reached for a pistol belted to his hip. but before he could grab it shug had pulled it out of the holster. " now come along or ill have to jail you until you sober up." shug pulled at the mans arm. the drunk took a wild swing at shugs head. shug easily ducked and taped the man up side the head with his own pistol. the mans knees buckled and he leaned into shug. shug took him out of the bar and back to the jail. when shug closed the cell door the man was snoreing loudly. " if this is the worse it can be it wont be to bad." shug spoke to no one in particular.