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The people of Silver Vein donned their best outfits to vote, though the majority, including myself, didn’t really want to vote for anybody. I’d volunteered the saloon as a voting place and the line was already long.
Jeffers had the new grill going and I could hear people commenting on how great the smell was. As to Jeffers, he’d made himself right at home in Silver Vein. His cooking, combined with his ability to jabber, won him many fans. Even Micah, that crusty coot, eventually took to him. They would often get so caught up in talking to each other, they would forget about customers entirely.
And there were customers. Jeffers’s cooking, combined with the fact that I had plenty of whisky, proved to be the perfect combination. Also, now that Fenton had been shamed out of town and was
