Dawn greeted me on my own, which was fine as I had work to do.
Cleaned up and dressed, I sought the telegraph office, where a message from Whitlock awaited me.
Continue as instructed was all it said, but this was typical until a robbery started shaping up.
Next, I sought breakfast at Molly’s, taking a window seat so I could watch for Frank. My work this day was to connect with him, further ingratiate myself, and catch Bonner sober.
When my belly was full, I walked about town, noting the continuing absence of law enforcement. I was starting to see what the boss meant about an ineffective marshal. I’d walked Main Street’s length and turned back up the other way when I spotted Frank in a mercantile.
Strolling in like I hadn’t seen him, I let him start us up again. “Hey, Walt,” he said. “
