Chapter 13
Little Things
Axle Ford made his living knowing the little things that others often overlook. He noticed a man’s eyes and body language while he talked to him. A favorite pastime for him was to hang out in a saloon and listen and watch the people who came and went. A dark corner might serve his hobby for four or five hours at a time. He genuinely enjoyed doing it. Tonight he needed information and he set out to get it.
The sun had dropped below the peaks and dark was moving in. The shadow of the awnings over the boardwalks had reached the street, and the nightlife was about to begin as he slipped into the saloon and ordered a whiskey. He found his way to a corner table, pulled his hat down a little and started his wait.
Outside on the street, a half moon was just getting its
