THE TEXAS TARGETEER
Deputy Sheriff Patsy Jones rode along at a steady clip, her eyes observing both the familiar countryside and the female stranger who galloped beside and even occasionally just ahead of her. About an hour earlier this woman had dashed into the Marathon Sheriff's Office and recited a grim tale of robbery and murder.
She had excitedly told Patsy that robbers had killed her husband at their campsite on Rattlesnake Creek. Between moans and sobs, the tall woman (of course, almost everyone seemed tall to tiny Patsy) had said that two men had entered her camp, robbed them and then shot him when he resisted.
The deputy's boss and fiancé, Luke Daniels, was off delivering a culprit to San Angelo. So, as was their pattern, Patsy had left him a note about her whereabouts and ridden off with the surviving victim. The woman, who had said her name was Nancy Cobb, assured Patsy there was no need for a doctor to accompany them. "Poor Roy was stone cold dead before I could pull myself away from his side," she'd said blandly, as if her mind had been numbed by that horrid reality.