The Sheriff Pointed a Gun at an Old Man Feeding Birds and Learned Who Really Controlled the County
Chapter 1: The Birds Scattered Before Anyone Else Did The first sign that something was wrong was not the sheriff. It was the birds. A dozen pigeons had gathered around Richard Roberts’s bench, pecking calmly at scattered crumbs. Then, without warning, they burst upward in a violent rush of wings. Richard looked up. People on…
