Spread the love “What? But your honor- “the sheriff began as he rose from his seat. “Now, sheriff. I know what I’m doing. Be quiet and have a seat, please,” Judge Poston ordered firmly. Sheriff Bobby, very begrudgingly, clammed up and slowly took his seat. His brows, how they furrowed, and his eyes flashed with … Continue reading Townies, Cronies, and Hayseeds II C7.9