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Maurice paced. Back and forth he paced in the cell, his gaze shifting to the sheriff who was sitting at the table across from his cell then behind him to his empty bed. He had been ambushed by a bounty hunter while he had been patrolling the rim of the basin. He’d been rightly bushwhacked - the coward - and, after a struggle that his gang would be proud of, Maurice had been hogtied, lashed onto the bounty hunter’s horse and brought to the Foreman’s Office at the MacFarlane’s Ranch. He was pissed, to say the least. He could not get out of his cell, that he knew, but that did not mean he wouldn’t try. And fool be