“We got some new degenerates, Mr. DeWitt,” said the sheriff. “Figured you’d wanna take a look-see before we send ‘em off to the chain gang, eh?”
Mr. DeWitt stepped forward and first peered into Linus and Sitting Bear’s cage. Violet noticed that they were about as tense as Mei. “Fine specimens, gentlemen.” His accent was strongly southern, and was a dialect Violet hadn’t heard since Georgia, though she doubted he was from there. “Do they speak English?”
“The gook does,” said Richard, gesturing at Mei. “Not sure about the Injun.”
“Well, no matter. I’ve dealt with brutes of his sort before.” His eyes trailed to Violet. He cocked a curious brow. “And this wildflower here, sir? Surely you don’t intend to put a girl on the tracks?”
“We got plenty a whore houses ready to take the bobcat,” Richard replied. “My guess is she might even be a virgin. She’d be worth money hand over fist at that rate.”