to determine their own local government. When Mankiller was awarded a post office, the State of Colorado recognized it as a town, which means everything about this election is legal, Mr. Devery.”
“It won’t stand.” Devery thumped a fist on the counter. “It won’t stand, I tell you!”
“Wait and see,” Lucinda said softly.
Looking like fire and brimstone was about to explode from him, Devery turned and stomped out of the cafe. Stunned silence remained behind him for a moment, then the customers began to talk again, louder and more excited than before.
Lucinda must have put quite a bit of effort into maintaining her control. She looked and sounded a little shaky now as she asked Bo, “What do you think he’s going to do?”
“There’s nothing he can do to stop the election,” Bo told her. “From what you’ve told me and what you just explained to Devery, the law’s on your side. If he does try to interfere, the state could come in and arrest him. Might even get some U.S. marshals in here.”
Lucinda shook her head. “He’s too smart to attract much outside attention to what he’s been doing. Not unless it was a last resort, anyway. But I can’t imagine that he’ll just allow this to happen without trying to stop it somehow.”
Bo agreed with her. “We’ll just have to keep our eyes open,” he said. “When trouble comes, we’ll be ready for it.”
Bo wasn’t ready for what happened bright and early the next morning, though. The sound of hammering drew his attention as he left the sheriff’s office to start morning rounds. He looked along the boardwalk and saw Luke Devery standing next to one of the posts holding up the awning in front of the assay office. Luke had a hammer in one hand and a sheaf of papers in the other.
“What in blazes are you doing?” Bo asked as he walked up behind Luke.
Red beard jutting out belligerently, Luke turned to face him. “What’s the matter, lawdog? Can’t you read?”
Bo could read, all right, and he didn’t like what he read on the piece of paper Luke had just nailed to the post. Somehow, the words on the hand-lettered notice didn’t surprise him.
“You got a problem with that, Deputy?” Luke’s voice dripped scorn as he spoke.
“Well…I’m not sure your Uncle Edgar is qualified to be a judge.”
“He’s fair, and that’s all a fella needs. And speakin’ of fair, you don’t intend to give me any trouble over puttin’ up these posters when you let that Bonner woman have her handbills nailed up all over town, do you?”
Grim-faced, Bo made a gesture of dismissal and said, “Go ahead. Put them up on the boardwalk posts all you want. But you’d better get permission before you nail one onto the wall of somebody’s business.”
Luke grinned. “Don’t you worry. If I need permission for anything, I’ll get it.”
Whistling a jaunty tune, he sauntered away along the boardwalk, pausing three or four posts farther down the street to take some nails from a pocket of his overalls and put up another poster. Bo looked at the first one and studied the writing, wondering who had done the lettering. It was nice work, and he suspected that Myra Devery was responsible for it. He wasn’t sure any of the others in the family had a delicate enough touch to produce something like that.
By the time he got to the cafe to break the news to Lucinda, he found that she had already heard about this new development. Mankiller’s grapevine was working efficiently this morning.
“Can the Deverys do that?” Bo asked. “Just up and run for election against you like that?”
Lucinda smiled ruefully. “Any citizen of Mankiller can declare himself a candidate.”
“Or herself,” Bo pointed out.
“That’s probably the shakiest part of the whole proposition,” she admitted. “Being a woman, I’m not an eligible voter. However, if I’m elected and it’s set aside legally later on, the town council will have the power to appoint one of themselves as acting mayor until a special election can be held. That’s what Colonel Macauley says, anyway, and he knows more law than anybody else around here. So we’re going to carry on as planned. Now we just have to defeat Jackson Devery and his bunch.”
Bo grunted. “That shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Maybe more so than you think,” Lucinda said with a frown. “I don’t think anyone in town actually
“Intimidate the voters, you mean.”
Lucinda nodded. “Exactly.”
