Judged by Twelve — The Fort Smith Series

FORT SMITH

He heard the bootsteps pound on the wooden floor before he saw the man and looked up from a box of his personal effects. A soldier in uniform, a private by the insignia on his arm, stood gasping for breath.

“Mr. Parker,” he barked.

The man would make a good Sergeant one day, Parker thought as he set a desktop journal into the orderly contents of the box.

“You have found him.”