Chapter Fifty Seven:
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YANCY GREY REALIZED something was different the moment he walked into Dorothy’s Café. First, most of the tables were full, and it was supposed to be the dead time between lunch and dinner. Second, if he didn’t know better, it looked like someone had called a town meeting. Businessmen, farmers, shop owners and cowboys were packing the place like it was Sunday morning after a wild Saturday night, and Dorothy had the only coffee in town.
One look and Yancy started backing away. If there was trouble boiling, he was usually the one it spilled over on. In life’s lineup he guessed he was the only one with a Pick Me sign on his forehead, so he’d better be moving on.
“I saved you a place at the counter.” Sissy grabbed his arm. “You won’t want to miss this.”
Yancy though
