They turned a corner and there was the big Slave Market building, just a short walk away now. One of the double doors was swung shut, but the other was still open and there were lights on inside. Elizabeth felt her pulse quicken. She was intensely curious about everything in Gordburg, but especially so about that building. She couldn’t put it into words, but she very much wanted to see what was inside, anything and everything that was inside.
“Looks like they’re still open,” Ron observed. “Shall we go in?”
“Oh, yes!” Elizabeth answered. “Please!”
Before they could enter they were met by a tanned, rangy older man in jeans, boots and a dark flannel shirt who looked to Elizabeth as if he’d be right at home in West Texas.
“Can I help you folks?” he asked with a smile, though he was effecti
