Sheffield nodded again.
“Anything’s fine,” Mary said.
“That settles it,” Conn said. “A plate of bacon to share. Better give us some eggs, too. How big’s your beef stew?”
“Oh, it’s a good size, sir. Bowl’s about yay big,” the waitress said, spreading her hands several inches apart.
“I guess maybe just two eggs apiece then.”
“All right. How would you like them?”
“Cooked,” Conn said. “You folks have any preference?”
“Fried,” Sheffield said.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” Mary said.
“Fried it is,” Conn said. “And toast all around.”
“You want the breakfast and the stew to come out at the same time?”
“Better let us get a head start on the breakfast,” Conn said. “Can you bring out the stew five or ten minutes later?”
“Yes, sir. Coffee?”
“Yes, please.”
“All around?”
Conn glanced at his companions. They both nodded.
“Yup, all around.”
“All right, folks. I’ll get that right out to you.”
“Thank you,” Conn said.
No sooner had the waitress left than Marshal Andrews showed up, a worried expression on his face.
16
“Marshal,” Conn said.
“Morning, Sullivan. Bill. Ma’am.” The marshal tipped his hat. “You must be Mrs. Sullivan.”
“Yes, sir,” Mary said. “And you must be Marshal Andrews.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m real sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“We’re doing all we can to apprehend those men.”
“I appreciate that, Marshal,” Mary said.
“Any news?” Conn asked.
“Not a word. But I put together a list for you.” The marshal took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Conn, who unfolded it and set it on the table in front of him.
