CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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"I KNOW THAT MR. DRISCOLL asked around about a black-haired, blue-eyed woman," Bill said, leaning over the counter of the bar.
The skinny man watched Frank sideways with expecting eyes for a few moments. Then Bill turned his head and spat the tobacco he had been chewing all afternoon.
Frank turned to Bill with reticence. Everybody in the little town knew Bill, and most of the people despised and feared him.
The man was good at ferreting out the worst gossip around and selling the information to the highest bidder. Bill wouldn't give anything for free, and his prices for tale-telling went quite high.
Frank moved his glance to his mate and frowned. Gabe didn’t pay any attention to the word exchange that went between Frank and Bill. Gabe was intently watching a
