Chapter Six
Travis stood at the top of Main Street where Dottie’s Diner belonged, scanning for possible trouble spots. Normally the view from Dottie’s down Main Street brought a smile to his face. You couldn’t get more America & Apple Pie than Prairie on the Fourth of July. In past years, Main was decked out in red, white, and blue bunting, with flower baskets hanging from the light posts. This year, the contrast couldn’t be more stark. No bunting. Not even light posts. Only a road bordered with cleared lots waiting to rebuild. But the city council had been adamant the parade go on as usual. So demolition teams had worked double shifts alongside residents to remove the last of the rubble. Prairie might be down, but she certainly wasn’t out, and the upside of their work was that constructi
