Tombstone.
I walked over to the coral hearing voices over there and smiled when I saw Sam, Jenna and Bill Badfinger. We talked about how he was back in town and they asked how I was doing.
“Pinkerton biz is good. I’m on a case at the moment actually. Mmhmm. Anyone know of a woman who’s got long black hair, is tall and thin, and has a southern accent…?”
“I hope it’s better than the one you had me help you with over in Black Diamond…” Jenna laughed.
“Well that was a fun one... couldn’t make an arrest out of it, unfortunately,” I said and chuckled at Jenna.
“Sifting through ‘road apples’ on a hot day isn’t much fun... but ya gotta do what ya gotta do.”
“I ain’t sure what her name is, that’s the tricky part. The woman I’m lookin’ for.”
Bill headed off and I looked over at the others, but they didn’t know who I was talking about. “The woman who asked me is named Lucy Wallick. Said she’s lookin’ for her sister.”
“I’ve never met her,” Jenna said. “Bein from the South myself I tend to remember the Southern speech.”
“Indeed,” I said and nodded. “Well if ya meet anyone of that description, you’ll let me know?”
“Of course.”
“I will if I don’t forget,” Sam said.
We talked about the stables and then I headed back to the office.
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