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Chapter 10: Mr. October “Walter Medallion, this is Burne Manda. Burne, this is Walter,” Timmy says, having arranged the meeting between the cowboy and me. He’s much taller in person than when I saw him perform his country song on the stage at Yar’s with Rain Grise, Mr. June. I put Walter at six-four and older than me, maybe forty-two. None of these details matter, though, since he’ll be perfect as Mr. October. He reeks of calm, being astute, and shares a vat of biting sexiness: melting blue eyes, perfectly fit frame, crow’s feet around the edges of his mouth and eyes. I determine his cowboy looks wise and handsome, and he’ll photograph well. “Get to know each other.” Timmy vanishes from our twosome, working. We settle in front of a large window that overlooks Liberty Avenue. The window