“May I sit with you for a moment?” inquired the gambler.
“My husband probably wouldn’t approve of a strange man making our acquaintance.”
“Don’t underestimate him.”
The brunette laughed, but the raven-haired focus of his attention did not. She said simply, “We are not looking for company at this present time. Thank you.”
Rebuffed, Dicky tilted his head forward, grinned, said, “Good afternoon,” swung back around the car, and landed in his seat opposite Godfrey.
The plump man said, “She must have cataracts.”
“Matrimonial.”
The plains of Iowa undulated outside of their window. Little black bugs that were animals to be someday slaughtered or men to be someday buried stood at the edges of prairies as the locomotive roared past. The funnel belched exhaust into the blue sky and the steam d
