His declaration seems to amuse the deputy, whose sea green eyes grin beneath a pair of shaggy eyebrows. He extends a rough hand.

"Carl Hodgins."

No introductions are necessary with the other boys, as they're all townsfolk and familiar with the deputy. He lifts his hat and runs a hand through sandy, sweaty hair, using the brim as a fan while he settles the details among the boys. Once everyone knows where they're going and what they're doing, he begs his leave.

"You can find me in the sheriff's office."


"Well now," says the judge. "You boys follow me, and we'll see about swearin' you in."