The Sheriff the Rapist and the Child Whore
Sheriff John McLoud lounged in his office chair, his hat tipped forward over his forehead as protection from the harsh sun light, his hand resting on his gun as was his habit. He thought about doing the rounds of the local bars, checking on the whores and all the other onerous duties of a new territories Sheriff but he couldn’t be bothered, so he just sat there. Around three o’clock Jake Bannister arrived in a tearing hurry, “Sheriff, Sheriff, come quick, Widder Mason been raped!” “You sure?” he asked, “Why she has to be fifty and she bigger round than a barn door!” “In the night Sheriff,” Jake explained. “You get a description?” he asked. “Sure, twelve inches long at least and three round,” Jake explained. “Negro, white, Irish, what we talking about here?” he …