Seth and Mack sat in the Stirrup Coffee Shop next to the Dude Rancher Lodge. They had ordered breakfast while they waited for Mitch Nordstrom, the real estate agent.
“Location is gonna be key,” Seth was saying as he ate his scrambled eggs. “Don’t want it to be too close ta any of the other bars.” He stopped, then said, “Well, maybe that don’t make no difference. Look at New York. All the bars we went ta was in walkin’ distance from each other.”
Mack listened, still keeping to himself the observation about how the three currently operating bars hardly had enough business to stay open full time. If he was going to shoot down his man’s dream, he should have something to offer as a counter plan— maybe in a different city or state or…He couldn’t come up with another ‘or,’ so he just listened
