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The Next Step…
Chapter 98 – A Changing Wind
Written by Deanne Bertram
Friday morning, Mark woke early knowing he was going to have a
long day working the ranch by himself, before helping Hope clean
house. As Mark led Rainmaker from the barn, he was surprised to
see Jake waiting on his own horse.
“What are you doing here?” asked Mark.
“Figured you’d need some help today since your Pa is going to be
laid up for a while.”
“Okay, let’s get moving. Show me how well you kept up with
By noon, Mark waved goodbye to Jake and returned home, satisfied
that most everything on the range was in good shape.
Upon entering his home, his wife met him at the door, “Would you
like to wear one of these?” as she held one of her aprons in her
“Very funny,” laughed Mark as he set his rifle over the mantle
and hung his hat from the peg behind the front door.
The twins and Eli came from their room and asked, “Papa, are you
“Don’t you dare say women’s work,” warned Mark as he turned and
pointed to his sons.
“Oh no, I remember the last time I said that word. We were gonna
ask if you were gonna help us clean our room?”
“No, you three are on your own. You only have one room to clean;
I get to help your Mama clean the rest of the house.”
“Didn’t think so,” sulked Eli as the three went back to their
Hope was pleased with the cleanliness of their home by the time
they needed to get ready to head into town for the Sweetheart’s
Dance Saturday afternoon.
Before helping his family into their buckboard, Mark helped his
Pa climb up onto the front seat of his buckboard and placed the
crutches under the seat before he helped his Ma up. Mark
snickered as he turned to walk away, hearing Milly insist to
Lucas that she would drive, “You just sit there, and enjoy the
Upon the McCain’s arrival in town, they were curious to see
Lariat escorting a woman into the town hall, but they were
surprised when they learned who the woman was.
Lariat introduced, “Ruth, I’d like you to meet Mark and Hope
McCain and their children, Josh, Zach, Eli, Mykaela, and Faith.”
Whispering he asked, “Did I get them all right?”
“Shore did!” Josh boldly declared.
“And this is one of my best friends, Lucas McCain and his wife
Milly, and their children Miss Myra, Little Ted, and Levi.”
“You got them right too,” declared Zach.
“’cept he forgot Papa,” Mykaela stated.
“Oh, excuse me, Mykaela. Yes, Mark is Lucas’ oldest son.”
“McCain’s, I’d like you to meet Miss Ruth Jackford.”
“Now Ms. Jackford, don’t let your brother tell you differently,
but speaking of Mark here, why I’ve heard your brother has a
soft spot whenever it comes to anything to do with him,” Johnny
Drako interrupted as he came up and slapped Mark on the back of
his shoulders. “Good to see you Mark.”
“Excuse me?” Ruth asked in surprise.
“Ain’t nothing to do with no soft spot.” Oat attempted to defend
himself, having overheard Drako’s claim. “Ain’t nothing wrong
with admiring a young man who stands up to wear a badge.”
“Why Oat, you’ve never admired anyone before, I only thought you
admired your land and your money,” Ruth answered.
“Mark was raised right. Grew up to be a fine marshal,” replied
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Lucas answered as any proud
“Now listen here McCain…” Oat pointed his finger to Lucas.
Placing her hand on her brother’s arm and lowering it down, Ruth
said, “Oat, please, I think we’re embarrassing the young man.
It’s a pleasure to meet you and your families.”
“Come along Ruth,” gruffed Oat.
“Now you know full well that Mr. Jones invited me to accompany
him this evening. You go on inside,” Ruth insisted.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the groups walked the
rest of the way into the town hall. Music was already emanating
from within, causing smiles to appear on everyone’s face.
“Yes, Isaiah?” Lucas asked.
“Mr. McCain, I was hoping… seeing as how you’re back home, might
I escort Myra for the evening?”
Lucas tried to stand to his full height and appear serious, “And
just what are your intentions this evening?” Lucas tried hard to
keep the smile off his face as he saw Myra clasp her hands
together and smile.
“Sir? I just want to dance with her… Honest!” answered Isaiah.
“Okay, but just dance,” answered Lucas.
“Papa, can we have some punch, too?” Myra asked.
Upon watching his daughter walk away hand-in-hand with Isaiah,
Lucas said, “Don’t give me that look, Mark.”
“What look? I was only thinking of how much longer it’s NOT
going to be before I have to start worrying about boys calling.”
Slapping Mark on the back, “Well, if I can survive, I think you
can survive. Let’s go inside.”
“Yeah, but you only have one daughter,” Mark quietly answered.
“But you wear a badge,” smiled Hope.
Johnny Drako came up next to Lucas and stated, “Guess you’re
wondering about the woman and the boy standing next to Oat?”
“Yeah, I was…”
“Her name is Mary Walters and her son is Corbin, she’s a widow
and he’s about eight. They came in on the train, the same one
you and Mark returned on. Hear tell Ruth and Mary struck up a
friendship on the train, and I guess Oat’s struck up a
friendship since she arrived in town.”
“Never, seen him smile so much,” Milly whispered in reply.
The dance was in full swing when at the end of an up-beat song,
Mark laughingly escorted Hope from the dance floor when a large
man bumped into him, “Excuse me,” Mark stated in an attempt to
apologize. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“And just who do you think you are?” the man angrily retorted.
“Nothing to get upset about, it was an accident. I’m sorry,”
Mark tried to diffuse the situation, while he attempted to
escort Hope and walk around the man.
Grabbing Mark’s arm, “You’re sorry? You come here and act all
high and mighty? Well I’ll tell ya, I’m just as good as you
are…” the man slurred his words as he spoke.
“I didn’t say anything to the contrary,” replied Mark. “Listen
mister, why don’t you go to the hotel and sleep it…”
The man didn’t give Mark a chance to finish his suggestion when
he threw a left punch, connecting with Mark’s right jaw; as Mark
collapsed to the ground he heard Hope cry out “Mark!!”
The man drunkenly stood over Mark when he didn’t attempt to
stand. Mark tried to shake the cobwebs that addled his brain
when the man pulled him off the floor by grabbing the front of
“I tell ya this, no one tells Quinton Trumble what to do!
Nobody! Least of all some sodbuster!”
By the time he threw Mark across the floor, many of North Fork’s
citizens were trying to wrestle Trumble to the ground. Through
the man’s drunken rage, he put up a strong fight against those
who were attempting to restrain him. Finally, Drako had enough,
and with the butt of his gun, struck the man over the back of
his head. As the big man started to collapse, the others stood
back and allowed him fall with a loud thud to the floor.
The band stopped playing with a few of the instruments sounding
off key, while conversations waned.
“I need three of you to help me get his sorry a... carcass over
to the jail. DOC! Has anybody seen Doc?” Johnny Drako called
out, his voice sounding louder in the quietness of the hall.
“I’m tending to Mark!” Thadd yelled in reply.
“Okay! Men, let’s move him.”
After Trumble had been removed from the town hall, the crowd
nervously chatted in small groups as to the cause of the fight
while others stated it was a shame it had happened at the
Slowly, due to being on crutches, Lucas made his way through the
dispersing crowd to check on his son, “Doc?”
“He’ll be okay, Lucas. Just got his bell rung; Hope, why don’t
you escort your husband to the bench over there.”
“I’ll be okay,” Mark stated, rubbing at his jaw.
“I know you will, but I want you to take it easy for a little
while,” replied Thadd helping Mark to his feet.
Seth attempted to restart the festivities by encouraging the
band to play so that the people of North Fork would get back to
dancing and enjoying themselves.
The band played a slow waltz and one by one, couples took to the
dance floor, with others standing at the sides, humming along or
tapping their feet in tempo with the song. It didn’t take too
long before the fight was forgotten and the festivities of the
Sweetheart’s Dance resumed.
“Mr. Jones, aren’t you going to check on your friend, to make
sure he’s okay?” Ruth Jackford asked.
“Now ma’am, how many times do I have to ask you to stop calling
me Mr. Jones?”
“I’ll stop calling you Mr. Jones when you stop calling me ma’am.
Makes me feel like an old spinster.”
“Old? You? Why, you’re as young as any spring chick. And that’s
why I’m standing here. Someone needs to protect such a sweet
young gal as you, considering your brother left you here all
“The Marshal stated he needed men to get that ruffian to jail…
Besides, I thought I was here with you tonight.”
“That he did and yes you are.”
The band started playing another song, a little more livelier
than the previous tune.
“So, since the band is playing a tune that I can dance to… Would
you allow me the honor of this dance?” Lariat asked as he
extended his arm and Ruth promptly placed her hand through the
crook of his elbow and allowed herself to be escorted to the
By the time the music ended, both were out of breath and
laughing at the fun they’d had.
“Now I don’t know when I’ve had such an excellent dance
partner,” complimented Lariat.
“I bet you say that to all the ladies you take to a dance.”
“My feet really appreciate how well you dance,” Lariat stated as
he returned a flushed Ruth to the bench on the sidelines, his
actions causing her to break out in laughter again as he picked
up his foot. “See you didn’t step on my boots, not once.”
“Mark,” Lucas proceeded to ask, “What was that all about?”
“Pa, I don’t rightly know. We bumped, I tried to apologize…”
stated Mark. He shook his head one more time.
“Pa, honestly, Mark and I were just leaving the dance floor…”
Sweeney came up behind the McCain’s, “Lucas, they’re right. They
were minding their own business when that lug, Trumble, bumped
into Mark. I knew he was spoiling for a fight. Was upset that I
cut him off; he’d been drinking too much and I just knew he was
going to cause trouble. Mark, I’m sorry… I tried to get Johnny’s
“Nothing for you to apologize for Sweeney, you tried your best…”
Mark answered. “Just a shame it happened during the Sweetheart’s
“That’s what everyone else said, Mark,” Milly stated as she
stood next to Lucas.
“That lug will have an ugly lump on the back of his head when he
wakes,” Oat commented as he rejoined the group. “Doesn’t he know
you’re a U.S. Marshal?”
“You forget I’ve been away for a while.”
“That and Mark’s badge is pinned underneath his jacket to his
shirt. That man couldn’t have seen it,” Hope replied.
Mark continued, “I’ve not spent much time in town since we
returned, but I don’t remember seeing him before. Sweeney is he
new in town or just passing through?”
“Him and his family moved into North Fork about a month back;
took over the old Mosby place.”
“That old rundown shack?” Lilah questioned before she realized
“Him, his misses, and two children,” replied Seth as he too
joined the group. “Johnny and I kind of lost track of him during
the evening. He carries a mean attitude in his dealings with
anyone in town.”
“Are the children old enough to attend school?” asked Hope.
“Neither of the twins have said anything about new students at
Mrs. Porter was standing to the side of the group and commented,
“I’ve only seen the misses once, and she looked timid. Didn’t
see any children with them, I thought they might have been at
“Guess we need to make a social call to see about the well-being
of the family,” stated Mark.
Oat returned to the sidelines to hear, “Mr. Jackford, you’re so
brave to help the Marshal with that brute of a man. What of the
man he beat up?”
“Mrs. Walters, what I did was nothing. He should be thankful
that the town didn’t string him up instead of the Marshal
knocking him out. Just ain’t right to see Mark McCain taken
advantage of like that; especially during such a social
“I’ve not met Mr. McCain,” Mary replied.
“Oh, he and Lucas returned to North Fork the same day you
arrived,” Lariat stated.
Puffing his chest forward Oat added, “Mark’s a good friend and
the Territorial U.S. Marshal.”
Ruth leaned forward, “Mary, from what I hear, Mark is probably
the only man my dear brother would ever consider a good friend.”
Oat ‘grumpfed’ in response to his sister’s comment.
Lariat turned his laugh into a cough when Oat looked in his
As the evening broke up, Mark kissed his wife and children
goodbye; he waved to them from in front of the Marshal’s Office
as Hope drove the buckboard past. Following behind Hope were his
parents and siblings in their buckboard; Milly again insisted in
driving the team, while Lucas nervously sat in the seat beside
Mark stepped inside the office at hearing Trumble rattling the
cell door, “Hey, let me out a here! You got no right to keep
“We have every right to keep you in jail for disturbing the
peace,” Mark stated as he removed his hat and set it on his
“Sodbuster, you pulled a cheap shot. I’ll get even with you,
just you wait…”
“Trumble!” Drako demanded as he entered the office. “You’d best
mind what you’re saying and who you’re saying it to.”
“Ain’t no mangy sodbuster gonna scare me. You tell me who
whacked me over the head and I’ll…”
“I did. Now just shut your yap and mind yourself before I decide
to press additional charges against you,” Drako answered.
“For pushing some sodbuster out of my way? Ha!” Trumble crowed.
Walking close to the cell Mark spoke as he opened his jacket,
showing the badge pinned to his shirt, “I take it you’ve not
noticed that I too wear a badge.”
“Well, lookey lookey, little boy playing grown-up. Well, sonny,
when you grow up…”
Ignoring the man’s taunt, Mark stated, “Trumble, this badge has
federal backing, I’m a U.S. Marshal, with all the powers that
come with the territory. Either you can be charged with
disturbing the peace, drunk and disorderly or you can be charged
with assaulting a federal marshal. Keep it up and we’ll pin the
more serious charge against you.”
Mumbling under his breath, Trumble returned to the bunk in the
cell, flopped down, and pulled the cover over his shoulder.
Within minutes, he was snoring.
“Sweeney said he and his family arrived in town a month ago?”
Johnny answered as he walked to his desk, pulled out the chair
to sit down, “Yeah, been nothing but trouble when he’s been
drinking, which is most of the time.” Johnny pulled off his hat,
set it on his desk, and ran his fingers through his hair.
“How much trouble?” asked Mark as he walked over and sat on the
edge of Johnny’s desk.
“Mostly drunk and disorderly… Other times, he’s just
belligerent… Makes Oat seem down-right pleasant. It’s almost
like he’s looking for a fight,” Johnny replied.
“Like the one he pulled tonight? Thanks for the warning,” Mark
teased as he rubbed his jaw.
“Sorry, I guess I should have warned you about him. Seth and I
thought we could keep an eye on Trumble. Hey, what are you doing
here anyway? Didn’t I just see your buckboard drive by?” Drako
“Don’t you think it’s time I resumed my job? Why don’t you go on
home and spend the rest of the night with Lou and your family. I
can handle the town until tomorrow.”
“If that’s the way you want it, goodnight, Mark,” a smiling
Drako replied as he gathered his hat before he closed the door
and headed home.
“Didn’t think I’d get an argument from him,” Mark mused.
Mark sat at his desk and pulled out paper, pen, and an ink well.
For the next hour he worked on writing his report regarding
trailing after Turpin who had taken his Pa, and his encounter
with Mable and her ring of thugs. After completing his report,
he folded it and placed it in an envelope addressed to Cole
Barker, U.S. Marshal, Denver, Colorado.
Sitting back in his chair, he reflected on the trip that had
taken him so far away from his family, yet… so close to another
part of his family. With his elbows on the arms of his chair,
Mark folded his hands and rested his chin on his thumbs,
allowing his memories to flow from his childhood. It had been
some time since he had remembered back that far, but something
wasn’t quite right… he couldn’t hear the song his Ma was
singing, and though he saw himself sitting on her lap, he
couldn’t feel her arms around him anymore. Mark tried to
remember other times and the memories were the same, his Ma was
there, but he could feel or hear her anymore…
Mark roused from his sleep as Thadd stepped into the office,
“Just wanted to see how you were doing this morning. Especially
with you sleeping at your desk like that… Any headache?”
“Yeah, I got me one hell-ov-a-headache,” Trumble declared from
the cell. “Who knocked me out?”
Standing from his desk, Mark walked to the front of the cell.
“That would be our town marshal. He should be here a little
before eight o’clock to release you, after you pay your fine.”
“Mark, I was asking about you,” Thadd stated after waiting for
Mark to turn around.
“I know you were Thadd. I’m doing fine,” replied Mark.
“Fine, fine, fine,” mocked Trumble. “Mangy sodbuster…” he
mumbled as he heavily sat back upon the bunk in the cell.
Mark offered Thadd a cup of coffee.
“No, I think I’ll pass on that this morning, need to get to the
“Why the rush?”
“No rush, honestly, wanted to maybe get a little sleep in. Sadie
was a little colicky overnight, I’d finally get to sleep, and
she’d start crying again.”
“That’s the trouble with children, I guess,” Mark replied.
“Yeah, you’ve been pretty lucky with your brood, none of them
have kept you up all night…”
“I’ve done my fair share of diaper changing and sitting up with
Hope while she nurses them. Go on now, before I decide to go
tell Abigail you don’t have any patients.”
“You wouldn’t…” Looking at Mark’s expression, “You would at
that. See you later.”
“So you got yourself a brood of brats, ain’t that just sweet,”
Trumble called from the jail cell.
“Trumble, North Fork is a nice, quiet little town, and we like
it that way. I also heard that you have two young children, and
I will be making a call to your home to see why they’ve not been
“Ain’t need no book learning. They learn by doing! And if they
ain’t doing when I get home, they’ll get their hides tanned.”
Mark followed Quinton Trumble home after Johnny released him.
Mark knew the former Mosby place hadn’t been in good repair, but
he was shocked at how the place looked. Everything was in
disarray and an even worse manner of disrepair, the children he
saw attempting to hide behind the barn door appeared filthy and
“You better get back in there and do your chores, else your
hides will be tanned!” yelled Trumble.
Both children scurried into the dark insides of the barn.
“They need an education…” stated Mark.
“I give them all the education they need.”
“Listen Trumble, you have an obligation to see those children to
school. Now I want to see both of them right now, or you’ll end
up back in jail,” demanded Mark.
“You want to see them, you go to the barn.” Trumble walked to
the house and yelled for his wife, “Where’s my breakfast?!”
Without even knowing the children, Mark felt sorry for them. He
walked into the barn and called out, “Don’t be afraid, I’m not
here to hurt you. I’m a U.S. Marshal and just want to meet you.”
From one of the stalls stepped two young children.
“Hello there, I’m Marshal McCain. How are you?”
“We got chores to do else pa’ll whup us,” the boy answered.
“He knows I’m here. What’s your name?”
“My name is Robby and this is my sister, Eloise.”
“How old are you?”
“I’ll be eight this summer and Eloise will be five next month.”
“So, you’ll be five years old. That’s a very important age,”
Mark spoke as he knelt and cupped his hand to the little girl’s
She didn’t say anything, just cuddled the dirty doll she held in
her arms and moved closer to her brother.
“She don’t cotton to strangers. Pa whupped her once for saying
hi to someone.”
“Do you go to school?” asked Mark.
“Pa says we don’t need no book learning, says its all lies.”
“Well, I can tell you, it’s not lies. And we have a law on the
books that all children over the age of five must attend school.
I’ll see what we can do to get you caught up to where the others
your age are.”
“Do you mean it?” the boy’s eyes lit up.
“I mean it.”
“You best be working in there!” Trumble yelled having returned
to outside the barn.
“I’ll see you two later,” stated Mark as he stood to his feet.
Trumble didn’t enter the barn, he waited outside for Mark to
step out, “So ya seen ‘em, now get off my land!”
“Not so fast. North Fork has a law on its books; all children
over the age of five must attend school. You’ll have Robby at
the schoolhouse tomorrow so he can be assessed on where he fits
“He don’t need assayed,” Trumble retorted.
“Mr. Griswald or Mr. Bullock will evaluate where he fits into
the school grades and if necessary, he’ll be tutored to see he
catches up to where he should be. Don’t defy me on this… You
will spend plenty of time at the jail, if you do.”
“Mangy, sodbuster…” Trumble muttered as he turned to walk back
to the house.
Mark witnessed the timid Mrs. Trumble pull back inside, after
having peeked out from around the doorframe.
Wednesday evening Lucas and Milly received an unexpected
visitor, “Stevan, won’t you come in?” invited Milly.
“Thank you,” Stevan stated as he entered and removed his hat.
“Lucas, good to see you getting around so well.”
“What brings you out this way? Have the children been causing
trouble in school again?” asked Lucas.
“No, actually your children, and Mark’s, are behaving themselves
quite nicely. I came to ask Milly’s help.”
“How can I help you?”
“Milly, I know you retired from teaching a number of years ago,
but we have one student who really could use some private
tutoring, he’s almost eight years old and he’s never been to
“Stevan, I can’t… not until Lucas…”
“Milly, I can manage. If this child needs your help…”
“Lucas?” Milly asked, her eyes expressing that she didn’t really
want to leave Lucas alone.
“Milly, if I get into trouble with Levi, I can always yell for
Hope to help me. It’s not like I’ll have all three children here
at the house.”
“If you agree, I’ll make arrangements for tutoring to begin
Monday. I’ll see if Reverend McCafferty will let you use the
church to work with the boy.”
“Just who is this boy?” asked Lucas.
“His name is Robby Trumble.”
“Trum… Oh,” replied Lucas.
The following Monday, Trumble led his children to the
schoolhouse, “You wanted one, you get them both!” turned round
and walked away.
“Robby? Is this your sister?” asked Stevan Griswald.
“Yes sir, her name is Eloise.”
“Well, come with me and I’ll introduce you to your tutor. Her
name is Mrs. McCain.”
Milly enjoyed driving the buggy Lucas requested Mark purchase
for her use. She kept a watchful eye on her children and
grandchildren as they rode their horse and ponies in front of
her on their way to school.
During the several weeks she had been tutoring, she had been
able to draw Eloise out from her quiet shell, and she was
pleased with how well Robby was learning his studies.
“Do you think that’s a wise thing to do Sweeney?” Drako asked.
“Sure it is, why, I hear tell it’s a big celebration back in
Boston. And I’m surprised that Miss Lou ain’t been demanding we
observe St. Patrick’s Day before.”
“Sweeney, you’re responsible for collecting any damages done
during this celebration. It’s your business…”
Before he left the Marshal’s Office, Sweeney stated, “At least
it’s a Wednesday night and not Saturday.”
“Well Pa, today’s the day,” Mark stated as he drove the
buckboard into town and halted the team in front of the clinic.
“Can’t come soon enough,” mumbled Lucas as he jumped down,
landing on his good foot. Mark pulled the crutches out from
underneath the seat, while Lucas reached for his boot.
“After you get your cast off, care to stop by Sweeney’s?” Mark
“Not really, why?”
“Johnny was telling me something about Sweeney putting together
a St. Patricks’ Day celebration. Wanted to see what that was all
“You can, if you want. Me. I want to get home,” Lucas responded
as he entered the clinic.
With the cast off his leg, Lucas practiced walking around the
examination room for a few minutes.
“Now just take it easy. Keep in mind that your muscles in your
leg aren’t as strong as they were prior to the break. It’ll take
time to get your strength back.”
“Lucas! Mark! You’re never gonna believe this!” Johnny Gibbs
declared as he rounded the corner of the doorframe, grabbing at
it to stop his forward momentum.
“What aren’t we gonna believe?” asked Lucas.
“Oat’s getting married!”
“He’s what?” all three said in unison.
“He’s over at Sweeney’s. I swear he’s stone sober and he’s
talking that he’s gonna take himself a wife!”
“This I have to see,” a surprised Lucas stated as he slowly
jogged from the clinic, across the street, and into the saloon,
followed by Johnny, Mark, and Thadd.
“I’m getting married! It’s an honorable establishment! Finally
found a woman who has just the right integrity!” boasted Oat.
“Who?” came from one person.
“When?” came from someone else.
“Mary Walters! That’s who, and just as soon as I can get
everything arranged with the Reverend.”
“Someone said yes?” came from a third man.
“Dang sure she did!”
“I can’t believe he asked,” came for someone else in the crowd.
“Oat, are you sober?” asked Mark as the crowd parted for him to
make his way through to Oat.
“Sober and not a drop I’ve drank. Drink up boys! This round’s on
“Oat, don’t know what to say, except, congratulations!” mark
“Hurray!” and “Yahoo!” and “Yeeha!” yelled throughout the crowd.
Slipping back outdoors, Lucas, Mark, and Thadd stood there
shaking their heads in disbelief.
Saying goodbye to Thadd on the boardwalk, Mark and Lucas walked
to the Marshal’s Office.
“Well, are you out to dance an Irish jig?” Drako asked as they
“A what?” asked Lucas.
“It’s a dance, according to Lou.”
“If you say so,” replied Lucas.
“Johnny, have you heard the news? Can you believe it?” asked
“Believe what?” Johnny answered back.
“Oat’s over at the saloon buying beers,” teased Mark.
“He’s what?! That old skin-flint…” answered Johnny.
“He’s also getting married,” commented Lucas as he took the cup
of coffee that Johnny handed him.
“He’s what?” a shocked Johnny replied. “This is St. Patrick’s
Day, not April Fool’s Day,”
“And we ain’t fooling. Honest Johnny, Uncle Johnny came to the
clinic and told us. Pa got the cast off his leg; we went to
Sweeney’s and saw for ourselves.”
“How drunk is he? Am I going to have to put him up for the
night?” asked Drako.
“He’s stone sober,” declared Lucas.
No one had anything else to say, they couldn’t believe it.
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