CHAPTER FOUR
Standing on the boardwalk just outside the entrance to his dry goods store, Larry Grimes, face lifted skywards, took in the morning sunshine. With the furor of the failed bank robbery now in the past, the town had returned to normal. Several passers-by called out to him as they strolled along the street, and he would nod and smile, raising his hand occasionally. A popular man, almost everyone frequented his store at some point or other. Recently, the inclusion of a mail-order catalogue to his business attracted a growing number of fashion-conscious women, all keen to discover the latest ‘best-thing’ from out east. It was to this purpose that Florence Caitlin mounted the steps and bobbed her head in his direction.
“‘Morning, Miss Caitlin.”
“Good morning, Mr Grimes. Another b
