The Faded Dust
The letter from the County Medical Board lay on the desk, the paper stiff with age, the ink faded to a pale brown. It stated, in three dry sentences, that Sheriff Elias Thorne’s hands had begun to shake, and that such a tremor was incompatible with the safe handling of a service weapon. I read it twice, the way a man reads a bill he cannot pay, checking the total, hoping for a typo. Outside,...
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