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ust before full dark, the bikers who had been idling at Pedro’s Bar took off in a cloud of dust and gravel. Shake watched carefully from a look-out post he’d established closer to the building but didn’t see Deeter Manson aboard one of the departing hogs. As the sky grew darker and crickets began to chirp, he watched a steady stream of cars and pick-ups roll in and out of Pedro’s parking lot. Some middle-aged locals, usually couples in western attire, and a steady stream of younger people arrived. Many of them emerged from vehicles with SE Missouri State campus decals. He didn’t know what the max customer load was at Pedro’s, but the place would be edging up on it shortly.
Deeter Manson showed up at the wheel of a beat-up Toyota Land Cruiser just about the time the Ozark
