Chapter 5: Bigfoot Is a Sick Puppy!
“Where are we going?” Wilson slid into the passenger seat of Oliver’s VW Beetle. The bright “tornado red” of the vehicle perfectly fit Oliver’s bouncy personality.
“Up to you.” Oliver secured his seatbelt. “You’re the tourist here in Tallbear. What kind of thing would interest you?”
“Honestly? I’d originally planned to check out that ‘Honky Tonk Saturday Night’ advertised at the Easy Street bar.”
Oliver’s nose wrinkled prettily, but he powered through his apparent distaste of that idea. “Well, the food’s okay there.”
Wilson chuckled. “But…”
Oliver’s ever-present grin widened. “Oh, good. I like ‘buts.’”
“But I was planning to attend that only to talk to more locals, looking for more quotes for my story. I think I’ve got what I need already, though.
