Previously: Meanwhile—in the assistant-manager’s office… BIA Agent Pete Gasson met with Marshal Silverthorn, “You’re looking a bit—how shall I say it—disheveled—Pete?” Marshal Silverthorn grinned at his old friend.
“Our fugitive kicked-up a little dust making his escape from us in Stanleyville.”
“Your ‘fugitive’ is not wanted for anything on this reservation and Stanleyville is part of the Eagle Point Band of Ojibwe Reservation.”
“According to FBI Special Agent Slater this Boomer fellow is wanted for multiple murders.”
“Not that I’m aware of,” Silverthorn replied, “He was operating under FBI supervision, and gave a statement. Afterwards he was free to go. Are you by any chance, working at the request of FBI agent Slater?”
“My orders to you, as your superior officer, are to separate from Slater, and leave this reservation—with no harm done—while you can.”
“Point taken, Hiram—may I come back later for a beer?”
“Certainly—bring your lovely wife as well. It’s been too long.”