Ranger Harris stood off to himself and listened closely to
the stories that were being told the detectives. His expression never changed
despite what he heard. With that poker face, he would be a darn good card
player.
Everything about the man matched my mental notion of a Texas
Ranger. Tall, erect and angular, he had the commanding presence of one
accustomed to being in charge. He concentrated on the person who was talking,
and his intense dark eyes gave the impression he could tell when he heard a
lie. There was no fooling this guy, or fooling with him. I bet he wouldn’t
blink if he had to arrest his own momma.
The ivory-gripped Colt .45 in his holster added to the image
of authority. Wearing boots and a Cowboy hat, the lawman looked seven feet
tall.
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