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He lowered the hat over his eyes and hastened down the boardwalk, hoping no one realized that the man in the Wanted poster was him. Yes, he had murdered Mitch, but it had been to defend himself. How did the sheriff in this town know about that anyway? Big Roy. He must have sent his cronies out to spread the word about me. It made sense. Since they couldn‘t get him, they figured they‘d frame him.

Great. If the sheriff in this town knew Owen was a wanted man, then chances were good that no matter where he went, he‘d run into other sheriffs who knew the same thing. Except if he ended up in a small town. He quickly pulled out some of the change from his pocket. Did he have enough to get to the end of the world? That might be far enough.

―Now, hold it right there,‖ someone said from behind him.

He gasped and raised his hands, dropping the coins which rolled on the boardwalk and settled several feet away from him. He‘d been found! This was it. He knew what ha