(The three pull the net off the victim, and under the net is
the Sheriff. He only appears mildly annoyed and, fork in
hand, is eating a piece of apple pie on a plate.)
JANE: Hey! He's the spittin' image of the Sheriff, ain't he?
ELVIN: He is the Sheriff, Jane.
JANE: (momentarily perplexed) Wait! Are you telling me that …
the Sheriff … is the Lonesome Stranger! How could
you, Sheriff?!
ELVIN: No, ya galoot! It means we ambushed the wrong person!
What did you use for bait, Mrs. Sneef?
MRS. SNEEF: I done used a slice of my warm apple pie!
(Photographer starts setting up camera to take a picture of
the capture.)
SHERIFF: (explaining) I got up for a snack and doggone if I didn't
smell that hot apple pie …
PHOTOGRAPHER: Can I get a photo of the capture of the Lonesome
Stranger?
SHERIFF: But I'm not the Lone …
PHOTOGRAPHER: Say cheese!
GROUP: Cheese!
(Everybody, including the Sheriff with his pie, take
dramatic poses representing how they captured the
Lonesome Stranger. The photographer snaps her picture
and breaks down the camera.)
(They release the Sheriff.)
SALLY: What's going on here?
DEPUTY: Well, I might as well tell you all now. We have a reason
to believe that the Lonesome Stranger has snuck into
Incarnation.
(Townspeople ad lib fear, gasps, etc.)
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