The Double-Jack Murders
A Sheriff Bo Tully Mystery
1Idaho's Blight County sheriff, Bo Tully, scanned the ridge above his log house with binoculars. Nothing. Still too dark to make out anything beyond the tree line. He sighed, letting the binoculars dangle down his chest. Behind him on the porch, a little brown-and-white dog perched on a padded bar stool. The dog watched the sheriff intently, as if sensing some danger.
Tully glanced at the dog. "Still too dark to see anything, Clarence. You don'thave to worry, anyway. It's me he's after, not you."
Clarence laid his chin down on his paws.
"Sure," Tully said to him. "Now you relax!"
The sun began to rise over the ridge to the east. Soon its rays penetrated the tree line on the west ridge. Tully, wearing khakis, a red-and-blue tattersall shirt, a well-aged leather jacket, and his three-thousand-dollar alligator-skin cowboy boots, raised the binoculars and again scanned the woods. A deer stood there, gazing down at the meadow. A good sign. Tully could detect no movement among the trees. He turned at the sound of a motor. A pickup truck was c ... read full excerpt from: The Double-Jack Murders: A Sheriff Bo Tully Mystery ebook