He got it a few times, too, even if Pa did try defending him: Ma always knew best. And that feeling in the pit of his stomach when he got home late and had to explain the reason - well, he got that now, carrying this tray into Minister McGinley's study.
He didn't pause as he entered the room and stepped past Zeke as if he wasn't there.
"Ya wanted drinks, Sheriff? Y'all got a drink," he said as firmly and nonchalantly as he could.
"Nobody move!" Zeke's voice shook badly as he shouted, "Get out my way, Clint. Move! Now!"