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Within minutes, the city limit sign loomed along the shoulder and Quint reduced the car’s speed to match the posted number. The two-lane road cut straight through the center of town. Block buildings, some with brick facades and others with modern awnings, marked the town’s business district. Most of the buildings stood empty, a few of them with optimistic FOR LEASE signs displayed in their dusty storefront windows.
In all there weren’t more than a half dozen vehicles parked along the street, and a majority of those were in front of a well-lit building on the corner. A large sign above its long windows aptly identified the place as the Corner Café. In big, bold letters painted on the glass, it advertised HOME-COOKED MEALS.
Knowing that it was unlikely there would be anything edible at the ranch, Quint decided to grab something to eat now and save himself a trip back to town. He found an empty parking slot in front of an adjacent building and pulled into it.
There were only five other customers in the restaurant when Quint walked in. Out of habit born of his previous training, he let his glance touch each of them, automatically committing their faces to memory. An elderly couple sat in a side booth, sharing a sandwich, while a rear table was occupied by three men dressed in cowboy hats, pearl-snapped shirts, and faded jeans. Two of them were hunched over their coffee both noting his arrival with idle glances, while the third was busy making short work of a cream pie.
All the stools along the short counter were empty except for the one on the far end. A girl in a waitress’ apron was perched on it, an opened textbook on the counter in front of her along with a spiral notebook.
Quint opted for one of the tables closer to the front of the café, pulling out a chair that gave him a view of both the door and his fellow customers. As Quint took his seat, the waitress threw him a distracted glance, reluctantly pushed the book back a notch, and slid sideways off the stool, giving Quint a glimpse of her long hair, fastened together at the nape of her neck with a tortoiseshell clasp. Under the glow of the fluorescent lights, it was the same shiny color of a new penny. He didn’t see anything to change his opinion when she approached his table, an attractive girl, on the young side, not over seventeen.
She placed a glass of water on the table and looked him in the eye, studying him with the idle curiosity of a local toward a stranger in town. For the first time Quint noticed the unusual light brown color of her eyes, neither hazel nor golden, but a startling tan.
“Would you like some coffee while you’re looking over the menu?” There was an automatic quality to the question that came from frequent usage.
“I’ll take coffee and tonight’s special.”
“You mean the meat loaf?” She gave him a look that clearly questioned his judgment. “Bad choice. You can’t pour enough ketchup on Tub’s meat loaf to make it taste good.” There wasn’t a trace of malice or derision in her statement. On the contrary, it came across as a good-natured warning.
Quint couldn’t help smiling. “What would you suggest then?”
She responded with a wide-lipped smile of her own. “The safest thing is a hamburger and fries.”
“Sold.”
“I’ll be right back with your coffee,” she said, and moved away from the table.
When she returned, Quint used the opportunity to ask some questions and pick up any information he could about the Cee Bar. “Are there any job openings around here?”
“Guy Chalmers is looking for somebody to pump gas on the weekends.” Even as she answered, her gaze was making an assessing study of him, exhibiting a maturity that went beyond seventeen. “But I don’t imagine you’d be interested in that kind of work.”
“Not really. What about the Cee Bar? Somebody mentioned they were hiring.”
“You’re a cowboy then.” Something flickered in her expression that resembled disappointment.
“Is that bad?” Quint countered, amused and curious at her reaction.
“No. You just didn’t strike me as one,” the girl admitted while a skimming glance took new note of the hat, jeans, and cowboy boots he wore. “After all, half the people in Texas wear boots and hats, but they aren’t all cowboys.”
Before Quint had a chance to respond, one of the men in back lifted his cup in the air and called, “Hey, Dallas, how about some more coffee?”
“Be right there,” she promised, and let her glance ricochet off Quint as she retreated to the counter area.
Coffeepot in hand, she crossed to the table and refilled all three cups. One of them asked her something that produced a shrug before she went to check on the couple in the booth. To Quint’s regret she didn’t return to his table when she finished. Instead she climbed back on the counter stool and began reading her book again.
Quint wasn’t sure why he wanted to talk to this Dallas girl some more. She certainly hadn’t given him any useful information. None, in fact. He couldn’t tell whether that had been calculated or completely ingenuous on her part. Considering her age, Quint suspected the latter.
Just the same, something about her intrigued him. He couldn’t remember the last time a female had aroused more than his sexual interest. It was ironic that it should turn out to be a teenager.
Any other time such a thought would have drawn a smile from him. Tonight, it left Quint feeling dissatisfied and oddly restless.
His glance strayed to a restroom sign with an arrow pointing to a rear hall. The sight of it offered him the ideal excuse to stretch his legs. Quint straightened from his chair and went to wash up before his food arrived.
Chapter Two
A stocky cowboy at the back table tracked Quint’s progress across the café and waited until he had pushed open the door to the men’s room, then got up and ambled over to the end of the counter where the waitress sat. He gave his hat a push to the back of his head, revealing a shock of wheat-colored hair, and propped an arm on the counter.
“Just about every time I see you, you got your nose stuck in a book. Your eyes are gonna wear out, Dallas.” He waited, but she gave no sign of having heard him. “Heard you and your granddaddy rented the old, run-down house trailer from Andy Farrell. I figured you’d head to the city.”
