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The young girl, with a few covert glances at Visalias resident outlaw, exited as silently as she had arrived. Charlie washed and set out their food while Sean had a quick wash himself. The crates were in the stall closest to the rear doors. The high separation wall of the stall shielded them from the people passing on the street, but still allowed the breeze from the back doors to reach them.
Sean looked eagerly at the food before him. Charlie must have been watching since she spoke up immediately.
Ive told the hotel to double your order for both lunch and supper. It might be more than you want, but then itll be here in midafternoon if youre hungry.
Thank you, Charlotte. Sean reached for his napkin. It looks great.
And indeed it did. Large slices of ham nearly obscured one plate and the mix of carrots and potatoes was making Seans mouth water. A jug of water, although not cold, was more than refreshing.
Sean, after laying his napkin on his knee, simply bowed his head and silently thanked God for the food. He had already reached for his fork and knife before he looked over to see Charlie watching him, her own fork halfway to her mouth.
What were you doing just then?
Praying. Thanking God for the meal.
Sean couldnt hold back a smile as Charlies head tipped back and she examined the rafters of the livery.
Do you think Someone really heard you? Her voice was sincere.
Yes I do, Sean answered with surety, and Charlie went on to eat her food. Her face, still framed by her hat, gave nothing away.
seventeen
Franklin Witt did not have a personal grudge against Sean Donovan. In the hours following the hanging, however, he could think of little else except that he felt cheated. At first he was angry that Donovan hadnt swung from a rope, and then he got to wondering if maybe Sean could be of more use alive. The thought nagged him until he decided to see Duncan with an idea.
What can I do for you, Witt? Duncan asked as the suave banker entered his office first thing one morning.
Ive been thinking some more about Donovan. Witt forestalled Duncan with a raised hand when it looked like he was going to interrupt.
I know you think Im wasting my time, but the truth is, its my time and hes still the best lead weve got. Id just like to talk to him once more.
Duncan looked doubtful, and Witt hurried on.
No strong-arm stuff, Duncan. I just want to appeal to him as one citizen of Visalia helping another.
Duncan could see how distasteful that last sentence was for Witt and in all honesty he couldnt say as he blamed him. The men talked about the bank robberies a moment more, and then Duncan assured Witt that hed at least think on the idea.