Previously – on ‘There’s a Little Bad in Everyone’:
Caught by a violent storm on their way to Red Rock, Heyes and Curry take shelter in a
hotel run by the hospitable Jenkinses .
The Kid takes to his bed with a severe case of “man-’flu”. Meanwhile, Heyes chats
about Edgar Alan Poe with the hotel’s only other guest - mild mannered insurance clerk,
George Bowen. Later Heyes and Bowen join the regulars in a friendly poker game.
But, next morning, all the likeable townsfolk, including the Sheriff, swear Heyes is
imagining George Bowen. Was he a figment of Heyes’ lively imagination? Or…?
Later, as a stranger rides into town, Heyes and Curry find themselves suddenly under
And now - THERE’S A LITTLE BAD IN EVERYONE - part two.
Hannibal Heyes gazed at the worried expression on Sheriff Bill Fraser’s face as they
watched a stranger, still far in the distance, ride towards the town.
“Wouldn’t surprise me if he was coming looking’ for someone.” A wide, bland smile
from the ex-outlaw leader. “Would it surprise you, Sheriff?” .
Bill Fraser came to a decision. “I’m sorry to hafta do this, Mister Smith,” he said, with
evident sincerity, as he stood up and drew his gun. “…But you’re under arrest, for…” he
searched, “for passing seditious remarks liable to bring the law into disrepute.”
“Huh?” protested Kid Curry, also rising to his feet. “The man only asked a question!”
“You’re under arrest too, Mister Jones. Consorting with a known criminal. Namely –
“You’re both sentenced to, say, between twelve to twenty-four hours in jail.”
“Or, until he leaves, huh?” said Heyes, quietly, nodding at the approaching rider in the
distance. Another searching look at the lawman in front of him. The Sheriff opened his
mouth to reply, changed his mind, shut it. He looked away, bit his lip.
“Would you hand over your gun please, Mister Smith?” A pause. Heyes’ and the
Sheriff’s eyes met, held. Bill Fraser took another decision; he re-holstered his own
weapon; then, held out his now empty hand. To his partner’s surprise, after a mo