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Ray flicked off the radio. A Wyoming news station just broadcasted a ten-minute segment on Bear Tanner. He supposed the man deserved that much airtime, being the icon he was for the state. Glancing out the window above the sink, he noticed the silence now in the kitchen, free from the radio and sizzling pans on the stove. With a plate of bacon in one hand and a platter of scrambled eggs in the other, he pushed through the kitchen door. Before he set the food on the table, he realized the dining room was full of people, none of whom wore a pleasant expression. He was just about to make a joke concerning worried faces so early in the morning, when Darla, the last of the party, paused in the doorway.
“What’s going on?” he demanded, more than asked, as his gaze touched everyone, then land
