SETTINGS & MAPS

Arnett wasn't much of a town, more like an intersection in the middle of no where. A sparse speck surrounded by some of the most beautiful country in Texas. Back in the seventies most of its population was either absorbed by Levelland or they moved away, most of them to Lubbock. Those that stayed did so because they had deep roots in the land or just plain loved the scenery.

The ranchers and rural folk in the area still needed a pit stop in the area and so Arnett continued to survive, but a little over fifteen years ago, two men had vision and they saw it through. Sheriff Roy Greer of Levelland and Stubby Bigham, got together and poured their life savings into the old Jack Rabbit Gas Station in hopes of renewing the town. At first it seemed that their dreams were going to get swept but then things began to pick up and the gas bar slowly but surely began to thrive. Eventually they added on a restaurant and bar. At night its neon can be seen for miles and is a welcome sight for those out driving the dark grid roads, even the Levelland locals frequent the place. Unfortunately, the town never made the comeback they had hoped for, but the Jack Rabbit put Arnett back on the map and gave it something else to be known for other than it's grand scenery.


Sherrif Roy Greer, sat at his usual table by the window. Just about every morning he stopped by the Jack Rabbit on his patrol to read the paper and enjoy a cup of coffee.

"How's Timble?" Greer asked the shorter bald man of about the same age who was returning to the table.

"Just as ornery as ever. Damn it's a good thing that wife of his can cook." Said Stubby, slapping his leg and letting out a wheezing, hoarse laugh as he sat down.

Greer had seen the flashy black SUV drive by when Sherry was pouring his second cup and made sure that Stubby gave their old friend a head's up. They had seen the vehicle before and knew who was driving it.


Stubby signaled Sherry for a refill and cupped his roughened hands around the warm cup after it was full. "Thank ya, sugar." he said with a warm smile, took a sip and right out of the blue added, "Tim's a good man."

Greer folded down his newspaper and gave his friend a concerned look. "I know. Shoot. You know better than that."

Ever since the F.B.I. had shown up, Roy and Stubby had been wondering when the cowboy might stop by. They really didn't know much about him, but a few years back when they were having trouble with a local bike gang they watched him single handedly tear three of them apart right in front of the Jack Rabbit. It was a frightening sight. Stubby had never seen a man fight like that, and Roy had covered for the man. Hell, they all did. So when the Feds started snooping around town, their first thoughts were of Rutherford.

Agent Mitchell had already questioned them a week ago. He made mention of a felon they were tracking, a man they called the Wrangler. Sure sounded like Tim, but according to everyone in Arnett, they'd never seen anyone fitting that description. Roy feigned some concern for his community then sent the agent on his way. Everyone in the small community had been less than helpful to the federal officers.