Introducing Grover McQuiston: The Root

It all comes from the root. And Grover McQuiston was the root of it all.

 “Watkins.”

Grover’s steely voice cut through the bank like a guillotine. He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t have to. The one word stopped Sheriff Watkins in his tracks, and then sent him straight to the bank president’s office.

“Yes, sir.” Slump-shouldered and head down, Watkins gripped his sheriff’s hat tightly in both hands, his sandy blonde hair disheveled on his hatless head. “What’s going on out there?” Grover deman...