Just a hint here that Joe is plotting an offensive on his own against Blythe’s werewolves, the “dirty animals” comment referring to Mr. Becker and Mr. Hewitt obviously.
Leo the drunk in the cage – it is a reference to the Andy Griffith Show, the small town sheriff where Otis the town drunk was a recurring character and things were so informal that he let himself in and out of the cell on his own.
I’m thinking about changing Leo to Roscoe Crandall, who you may remember got punched in the face by Slade for calling Miss Bonnie a whore.
I picture him sleeping one off in later chapters and eventually makes his way to the group and perhaps he spills the beans to Sarah that Slade and Miss Bonnie are more than just casual acquaintances.
Gunther dozed with his feet on the Marshal’s desk until the front door opened and rousted him awake.
“Say Joe, what do you know?”
“Hello Gunther,” Joe said. “I was hoping I could…”
The old man opened the top right drawer and pulled out a rusty cash box. He pulled out some bills and handed them to Joe. “Say no more. Seven days. Seven dollars. You earned it.”
“Much obliged,” Joe said, tucking the money into his pocket.
“Afraid there’s no more work for you here,” Gunther said. “Actually, there’s no more work for me here either.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Joe said.
“Might be some work for you around town,” Gunther said. “Lars Gustafson was looking for help at the livery if you know how to shoe a horse.”
“Nah,” Joe said. “Reckon I’ll be moving on soon.”
“Too much excitement for you in this thriving metropolis?” Gunther asked.
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