Reaction Shot (Caught Dead in Wyoming, Book 9): Caught Dead In Wyoming, #9 by Patricia McLinn

Author:Patricia McLinn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: traditional western mystery series, female sleuth, mystery romance humor series, cozy mystery dog, western murder mystery series, TV journalist mystery series, mystery novels best sellers
ISBN: 9781944126674
Publisher: Craig Place Books
Published: 2020-05-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ernie and Dorrie greeted Diana with pleasure, me with openness, and sat with us at a table toward the back.

Ernie reminded me of the actor Ben Johnson, with a brush mustache and eyebrows to match, a rumbly, western voice, and eye-squinting lines dug deep into tanned skin.

Dorrie had short, determinedly dark hair with a line of girlish, short bangs across her forehead. The determination of her hair color, though, couldn’t hold a candle to her jaw. She could have shared it with three or four folks not blessed in the jaw department and had plenty left over.

“Did either of you know Furman York back then? Before the trial and everything.” Tactful way to refer to murder, but I didn’t want to discourage them from talking to me if he’d been friendly with York.

“Yeah, I knew him a little. Mostly from playing cards.”

“And drinking,” Dorrie said. “Bunch of little boys acting like truants from school. Wouldn’t give ’em all the liquor they wanted, so they’d go from here to those shanty bars that popped up like mushrooms.”

“York was one of those?”

“Not often,” Dorrie said. “He went straight to the loose bars. Didn’t want to waste time eating when all he was interested in was getting a skin full.”

“The lady asked me and you just said he hardly came in here.”

“Go right ahead. Tell her all about your dear friend.”

“He wasn’t no dear friend of mine. And you know—”

I stepped in to keep this from completely derailing. Sometimes back and forth between sources can reveal more than direct answers. But this seemed to be heading toward revealing more about their marriage and history. Certainly more than I wanted to know.

“What kind of card player was he?”

Both of them blinked at me. With a second blink, a light went on in Ernie’s eyes.

“That’s a real interesting question, Elizabeth. Most times he was kind of all over the place — no discipline, you know? But then he’d get ticked off at somebody who won a pot he thought he was going to win and Furman would turn into one of those dogs that latches on and won’t let go. All focus. All on one thing. It was like he didn’t care anymore about winning, he just wanted the other guy to lose. Sometimes it wasn’t just that night, either. He’d go days and days, following the poor guy who’d ticked him off, doing his best to make him lose. And you know, he did pretty good making some of those guys lose.”

“But eventually he’d get over it? Move on?” Dorrie asked.

Ernie cocked his head. “Move on, yeah. To the next guy who ticked him off. Pretty much let go of one guy because another one came along more recent like. Did it once to me and as soon as he was on to the next guy, I didn’t ever play with him again. There were plenty enough games around to get in on, no need to tangle with him.”

The militant glint returned to

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.