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Nathan was glad to find Frank Wells busy dealing with a stout woman, who seemed to have a long list of complaints she wanted addressed, when he reached the station. His friend was good-hearted, and always meant well, but the sympathy he dished out tended to be rough and ready, and not as effective as he meant it to be. Nathan wasn’t ready to deal with that just then.
Unfortunately for Nathan his relief was short-lived. He made it past the front office and was heading along the passage when the hearty voice of Sergeant Wells caught at him.
Against his will he found himself stopping and turning back to his friend, who stood half in the office and half in the passage, a look of concern on his face.
“You okay, Nate?” Wells asked. “I thought you’d be having the day off, under the circums
