“Thanks for getting back.”
“I would have gotten back soonah, but there were fires to put out.” Sheriff Lewis sipped noisily and sighed happily. As likely as not, the Massachusetts-born man was leaning back in a mesh-back chair, holding a big mug filled with creamy-sweet coffee, enjoying every drop of the brew while keeping a fatherly eye on deputies as they answered calls, greeted enquiring or agitated visitors, and hastened past to work assignments.
Vividly, I envisioned the 10" X 14" edamame-green and parsnip-white office back in Connecticut, decorated with furniture that could have come from the Sally Ann. It seemed I"d been sitting in there a day ago instead of nearly a year.
An amiable fellow, Augustus Jacob Lewis could occasionally be a little rough if not crusty around the edges,
