Chapter 15
Request
“Hey, Giff?” Toby approached the owner, who was standing near the main tent flap. Beckwith wore his ringmaster costume, complete with black sequined coat and top hat, and was pulling on his white gloves before entering the tent. A quick peek through the slit in the door revealed a nice-sized crowd, and people were still coming in.
“Looks like we’re gonna have a full house tonight,” the man noted with a smile.
“Good to know. Any sign of those protesters showing up again?”
“Less than a handful. Sheriff Coniff said he’ll have two deputies assigned to help make sure nothing goes wrong.” Glancing at Toby, he saw the frown on the young man’s face, and his smile faded. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Toby hurried to reassure him. “Just have a small favor to ask. Two, actually.
