ScoutChapter 4
I'll tell you, the job of deputy marshal in Wichita in the winter time ain't a bed of roses. There was many a night that the temperature and the wind, combined, made me pine for anyplace that was warmer. It was too late to do anything about it this winter, but I vowed that I was leaving Kansas for warmer climes as soon as the weather would let me. Southern Texas, New Mexico, or Arizona began to look awful enticing every time the temperature dropped. Again, I must say, it wasn't really the...