The welcome wagon awakens Sheriff McCoy from a quick nap. In the driver’s seat of the cart pulled by one mule are Zach and his wife Alvie. “We here, Sheriff! No way were we making three trips on foot to bring food, blankets, water…let’s see…camera bag, pillows, extra lanterns.” Zach inspects the contents of his wagon.
“Hello, Alvie. Hello, Zach. This is more than I expected. Thank you.” He rises and stretches, tousles his hair, and smiles at the old couple, good people he has known for decades. “I’ll have a cold drink right now.”
“Well, here you go.” Alvie hands the full glass to the sheriff. She had predicted his thirst and loaded three crockeries full of cold well water. “You drink that down and tell us what’s goin’ on.” The Sheriff winks at Alvie, knowing that his gratitude will seem
