The Sheriff of Alma

Jeff Erikson was a gunslinger, and they knew him well in Alma, the small town on Little Sage Creek. When he rode down Main Street, people got out of his way. Erikson dismounted in front of the saloon and tied his horse to the rail. Then he walked inside, his palms hovering over the butts of his Colts. A sudden silence fell over the room. The lone customer at the bar froze. His back was to the door, but he didn't need to turn around. He knew that Jeff Erikson had come to settle a score with him.