Pete Fuller

The Ghost Marshal Pete Fuller

With our coffee Jake and I chatted about his woe's and how he was letting the towns folk down. I saw the two men come through the door after I heard Bucks loud whinny and snort outside. One stood at the door, the other walked slowly too our table. "I'll take care of this sheriff." I said and stood as the gent got to our table. "Yeah old man, you best do as he says." He glanced at Jake when he spoke and that was his mistake, I took advantage of it. Before he knew what was going on he was looking down the bore of a big .44 that would blow his sorry ass too hell in a second. And then I spoke.