The sheriff's voice had lost his calmness.
He was saying: “When you lay that money on a bar, don't it bother you, Moxon? Don't
you remember how you made it?”
“My way suits me,” Moxon said. “If you
don't understand me, I don’t understand men like you who keep bragging what a
peaceful village you've got. When I show up to help you keep it that way, you
get edgy.”
A tight, terse short story from a solid author.
It first appeared in the 12/1955 issue of Swank
magazine.
It was later anthologized into the Leisure paperback
titled Nights of Terror.
This story and his “Learn the Hard Way” [also reviewed
in this blog] show just how dark, how noir the genre can be.
Elmore Leonard went on to high praise for producing
work like this; Frazee and others are equally worthy of this praise by my estimation.
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