On the far side of the old hotel, the trim little cabin cruiser was sitting close to the far shore of the Brown River with two long fishing poles sitting upright in brackets in the stern of the craft. One man, dressed in a light yellow short-sleeve shirt, some cargo shorts, with a wide-brimmed, floppy hat atop his head was sitting half in shade and half in the sun just behind the fishing rods. With sandaled feet propped up on the rear railings of the stern, he sat in the chair with a newspaper folded in half, lying across his legs, reading the long front-page story about a dead cowboy and a love affair long ago.
He read the story quickly with deep interest. And then, lifting the paper up with both hands, he read it again more slowly. But the second read was more difficult to absorb. The d
