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This whole mayor business was getting out of hand. It seemed half the town thought they should be the mayor the town didn’t need, including Dr. Spack Watson, who was rarely even conscious, and Tiny, who was a giant simpleton. I volunteered the saloon as the place for the candidates to make their pitches, though I only did it in the hopes that people might remember how much they enjoyed my saloon, and I hoped folks would stick around and drink after the meeting.
I got Frank to stop ingesting rye long enough to show him the inside of the new jail. The Chinese guy was still in there, which made sense because he was locked up. But I’d completely forgotten about him. He saw us and started jabbering his head off in Chinese. If Frank was impressed with the new jail, he didn’t show it. But he
