The car park of The Chuck Wagon was fuller than on their previous visit. Maybe that was because it was later in the day.
“Hello again,” Doug said, greeting them at the door. “We hoped you’d come back.”
“We said we would,” Jimmy told him.
“I know, but holiday plans and all that, you never know if you’ll have enough time to get everything done that you wanted to.”
Barry nodded. He’d wanted to show his men a lot more of the UK than they’d managed to see.
Doug picked up three menus. “Please, gentlemen, step this way.”
They passed a number of booths, more than half of which were occupied with people busily eating and talking.
Doug leaned into the final booth and snatched up a ‘reserved’ sign from the table, a proud smile on his face. Gesturing, he said, “Welcome to our new Colorado booth
