Square-Shooter

Cole Sanborn had never killed anybody who didn t need killing. Sprawled idly in a chair on the porch of the Jonesboro House, he appeared to be half-asleep, but if you looked closely, you would notice his hawk-like eyes glancing swiftly up and down the deserted, dusty road. The air was tense. Something was going to happen soon. Behind his chair, tacked to the wall, was a poster announcing a $1500.00 reward for the capture of a desperate train robber, whose description fitted Cole to a T. "