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“Of course. Well that just means he doesn’t get any of this coffee,” said Bill. “Or these eggs,” said Allen, quickly whipping together a breakfast that would get them through most of the day. “I’ve got a saddlebag packed already, just need to eat, take care of the horses, make sure Roscoe shows up, and we can be on our merry way.” “Sounds like a plan.” Allen was aware that Bill was watching him, sipping his coffee and leaning against the counter in a way that didn’t seem entirely innocent. “Hope you like scrambled,” Allen said, stirring the skillet. “Fine by me. I’m the least picky person when it comes to food. Four months in a tank will do that to you.” “I can only imagine,” said Allen, dishes it out into bowls. “I thought about joining up, but I got a job right out of high school, s