before Judge Patterson, and you could be on your way.â
âLuther Hawkins is gonna be pretty mad at you, Bo, for letting me go.â
âIâll take care of Hawkins. You take care of Petey.â
âI still donât think I should have been arrested.â
Tully rolled his eyes. âThis is the last time I bail you out, Petey, and I mean it. I donât care how many times Iâve done it before, this is the last!â
Tully drove up in front of Peteyâs house, shoved the criminal out the door and watched the little man walk up the driveway muttering to himself.
Tully made a U-turn in the street and drove down to Luther Hawkinsâs house. He parked, walked up, and beat on the door. Hawkins answered.
âLuther, I just let Petey out of jail, and I donât want you raising a fuss about it.â
âBo, this is the second time heâs stolen my chain saw!â
âI donât care. The chain saw doesnât run anyway.â
âI know. That doesnât mean I shouldnât report it getting stolen.â
âListen to me very carefully, Luther. You perhaps remember the shop-lifting charge I made go away.â
âBut that was all a mistake! I completely forgot about that package of pork chops!â
âYou had it stuck down the front of your pants, Luther. Nobody forgets whatâs stuck down the front of his pants. Ed Riker is still mad at me for getting you off.â
âI appreciate it, Sheriff. Iâd appreciate it a lot more if Iâd got to keep the pork chops. My mouth still waters when I think about them.â
Tully sighed. He hadnât felt like eating a pork chop since arresting Luther. âIâm sorry about your pork chops, and Iâm sorry about the theft of your broken chain saw, and Iâve put them ahead of several other things like a murder and a bank robbery, but now I have to get back to solving those minor crimes.â
âOh, all right, Bo. As a favor to you, Iâll forget Petey stole my chain saw.â
âGood. I appreciate it.â
Back at the courthouse, Tully went up to his office and flopped into his chair. Then he got up and walked to the door. âHey, Lurch!â he yelled across the briefing room. âCome in here for a second.â
Lurch sauntered over and took a chair across the desk from Tully. âYeah, boss?â
âYou turn up anything of interest on our victim?
âGot the bullet analyzed. Itâs a seven-millimeter, all right. If you find the rifle that fired it, we can get a match.â
âSeven millimeter. Thatâs an elk-hunting caliber. Could be a hunting accident.â
âPossible, but I donât think so,â Lurch said. âI couldnât find a shell casing, so the shooter must have picked it up. In a hunting situation, it seems likely he would have jettisoned the empty and jacked a fresh shell into the chamber. My guess is he worried about the empty. Maybe heâs done this sort of thing before.â
âMaybe he likes being tidy.â
âHe also had a scope on the rifle.â
âHow do you know that?â
âI measured the distance between the grove of trees and the body. A hundred and twenty yards. That would be a heck of a shot with open sights, nailing a guy precisely between the shoulder blades. The guy knew something about shooting. At least a scope would have let him see clearly that his target was a man. You donât snap off a shot at something over a hundred yards. He would have had to rest the rifle on something, maybe a tree limb. I just donât think you would risk an off-hand shot at that distance.â
âIt wasnât a tree limb he rested the rifle on, Lurch, it was his knees. He shot from a sitting position. Dave Perkins found two little scuff marks where the shooter dug in his heels. No criticism of your good work.â
âDave Perkins? Dave is as good as it