By The Campfire

• Sail Cat Road continues now. #
• “See that fellow by the door, third from left, black coat, gun riding under the waist? He’s watching Jolene too,” said Jimmy. Gus turned. #
• Jimmy sipped his coffee and clicked his .45's safety. The aroma of the brew filled his face. “He sees something different than we do." #
• “He sees a meal ticket," said Gus. "She’s on the meat list down here. Hope he knows what he's dealing with." Gus flipped his safety as well. #
• “My money’s on Jolene,” said Jimmy. “I hope this old boy has his life insurance paid up.” He scratched his unshaven neck. #
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• Jolene stopped outside the door and watched a car pass. She studied the door and the road. “You think he’s going to try it?” asked Gus. #
• “What y’all want today?” said the waitress. “Got good meatloaf. The fried chicken is nearly famous around here. Chocolate cake is bonified.” #
• Gus and Jimmy considered their options. Nearly famous chicken was tough to turn down. #
• Inside the man waited and Jolene waited outside, sizing up the situation. “I’ll have the chicken, mashed potatoes, greens," said Gus. #
• “How about you?” she said looking at Jimmy. “You look like a meatloaf man to me. Mac and cheese might do you right too.” #
• “Yeah, give me that. And some light bread. No butter,” said Jimmy. She scribbled and walked away. Jimmy adjusted his view of the door. #
• Utensils clattered against plates and the choppy sound of voices in conversation hummed in a dull wave interrupted by a laugh now and then. #
• Jimmy knew it was going to be a situation to deal with. He just did not know how it would play out. Gus focused on the man in the coat. #
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• “Is that one of Ritko’s men? A fed? Special agent?” asked Gus. “He looks official. Like he took a test to earn a badge.” #
• “No. Look at his shoes. No FBI type goes sockless like that,” said Jimmy. “He’s a freelancer. He’s working for a vig on Jolene.” #
• “How much is riding on her?” said Gus, not surprised. “She’s bountied up to the limit by now. Maybe $50 grand. 75 tops.” #
• Jimmy cut his eyes over toward Gus. “She should be at Shewl’s. She ain’t. She’s here. He knows it. It's coming down here in a minute.” #
• “We can’t let her walk into it,” said Gus. “He’s got to have somebody working with him. He ain’t alone. Somebody’s in here or out there.” #
• Nothing unusual happened in the parking lot. The man in the coat looked nervous. Jolene seemed lost in thought, looking into the distance. #
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