The Big Gamble - Michael Mcgarrity [1]
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For Steve Rush, a gifted psychologist and my first clinical supervisor, who taught me not to take most things in life personally, and for Di Bingham of Brisbane, Australia.
Acknowledgments
Sheriff Tom Sullivan of Lincoln County, New Mexico, helped me gain insight into the operation of his department. My thanks go to him for giving me valuable information and several good ideas for the book.
Mrs. Genora V. Moore and Gene and Barbara Thorn-ton graciously allowed me repeated access to the family ranch outside of Santa Fe. My thanks go to them for giving me a chance to find the perfect piece of land where Kerney could build his home.
Chapter 1
The cement block walls of the abandoned building kept the fire fairly well contained until the roof ignited. Then wind whipped burning embers into the dry grass along the shoulder of the highway. In the predawn light, Deputy Sheriff Clayton Istee watched the volunteer firefighters chase down and drown rivulets of orange flames that snaked quickly through the grass. A year of drought had made any fire dangerous, and the incessant spring winds that rolled across Carrizozo and the surrounding rangeland could easily transform a cinder into a catastrophe engulfing the whole valley.
Flames licked through the boarded-up side doorway and the long opening at the front of the structure, which had once served as a counter for baskets of apples and jugs of freshly pressed cider. Under a steady stream of water from a pumper truck, the remnants of the roof crashed in, showering brilliant pinpoint sparks into the sky, momentarily illuminating a large, somewhat faded plywood sign nailed to the building that read:
ELECT PAUL HEWITT LINCOLN COUNTY SHERIFF
Hewitt was Clayton Istee’s new boss. Three months ago, after five years with the Mescalero Tribal Police, Clayton had accepted the sheriff’s long-standing job offer. His decision hadn’t made his mother or his wife particularly happy, but Clayton was glad to get away from the petty politics and cronyism of the tribal administrators.
Ray Bonnell, the volunteer fire chief, stepped up to Clayton’s side. One of Paul Hewitt’s best friends, Bonnell could be found just about every weekday morning having an early cup of coffee with the sheriff at the Dugout Bar & Grill. In his sixties,