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Chapter 6 Merl glanced at Nate. The other man sat across the trestle table from him, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, probably gone cold by now. He could almost see the wheels turning behind Nate’s blue-gray eyes. They’d flash to meet his briefly and then dart away again. Once he’d heard eyes were the window to the soul. If that was true, Nate had a sensitive soul, but a core of inner strength and determination as implacable as glacial ice. He sensed Nate was feeling anxious, still in need of validation for his project and, for some reason, he seemed to need it from Merl more than anyone else. It’s going to be hard for me to commit to this, to start to believe. I know it’s not a bad plan, even maybe a very good one, but why me, why now? Damn, I wish I could—Oh hell, maybe it’s time
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