That gleam proclaimed that he knew Wilson’s true reason for appearing at that table. Which wasn’t entirely true, but the man’s presence had affected the timing of Wilson’s approach. And the gleam also echoed—and amplified—the interest that had been hinted at with that earlier grin.
“Are you in Tallbear just for the day?”
Because, of course it was as obvious to anyone with reasonable facilities of deduction that Wilson was likely an out-of-towner as it was that this man was a local. And that knowledge hadn’t affected the guy’s come on, so Wilson gave himself the green light.
“For the weekend.” He maintained a steady gaze and used a tone that hopefully conveyed, “Plenty of time.” He added, “I fly home on Monday.”
“Ah.” A knowing and pleased slant graced the man’s lips as he put down the
