Danny, Eli, and Jack found themselves cuffed and loaded into the back of a police wagon. They had a brief glimpse of the dog, still perched on the corner; it watched them pass with ears pinned back, but didn’t move from its spot.
Then, the wagon doors slammed shut.
Outside, there was a brief exchange of words between Landry and his fellow officers. He would drive the wagon alone; the other two were dismissed.
Something had gone out of Jack the moment they left the saloon. He sat huddled on the bench, head bowed, cuffed hands hanging limply between his knees.
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