Goodstead announced, “The Widow Evertson is waiting.”
“You walked me into an ambush. I thought I could trust you.”
“Never discount what a man will do for two-color eggs. And she’s pretty besides.”
“That’s not the point,” grumbled T.W.
“We all know how and where her husband died. Seems like the best possible way to end it.”
“I’m not ready to go under.”
The Widow Evertson raised her right hand and waved at T.W., who then waved back amicably and nodded his head. A firm Texan hand pressed upon his spine and urged him forward.
T.W. muttered, “The next time Mr. and Mrs. Scalanacci are having an argument, I’m sending you to break it up.”
The deputy did not reply to this threat, but just strode forward inexorably, keeping the sheriff in front of him like a shield.
The Widow Evertson watch
