PART 3 OF 15
THE PROMISE ON THE PORCH
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
Then I had loaded him into my truck and started south.
We had no fixed route.
No reservation.
No reason to stop in this town.
The Rusty Spur had appeared because I saw its sign from the highway and realized I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
Nobody should have known we would be there.
Yet Sheriff Harlan knew my name before looking at my identification.