"Sit down Joshua," Sheriff Cole said quietly.
McGinley did as he was told.
"Pa! You couldn't have - "
McGinley's voice, just moments ago that of a broken and defeated man, now boomed across the room to his son:
"Ezekial McGinley! When your father tells you to shut your mouth you do as your father tells you!"
There were tears in Zeke's eyes, but he did as he was told.
Mickey O'Donohue, standing unsteadily, found himself a chair and sat down, ruefully rubbing the side of his head. Cole slowly lowered his Colt, but didn't yet return it to its holster.