Wyatt: Return of the Cowboy
“Every one of them looked up when Wyatt Malone strode through the door.Flickers of recognition lit the faces of three people. One leaned in and whispered something to his neighbor.“You don’t say?” came the loud response.Wyatt removed his heavy coat, dispersing a shower of half-melted snow, and took stock of his surroundings.Not much had changed in the last twelve years since he’d been gone. The polished mahogany bar with its brass foot rail, paper cocktail napkins printed with the saloon’s logo serving as coasters and deer antlers mounted above the wall-length mirror were all accounted for.The only glaring difference was Wyatt himself, older, wiser and the chip missing from his shoulder.He crossed the room, his boots thudding on the hardwood floor. No one stood behind the bar, which wasn’t unusual. Wyatt knew from experience that glassware, wine bottles, kegs of beer and garnishments had to be regularly restocked from the walk-in cooler and pantry.Any minute, his father would emerge, a... red apron tied around his waist, a pencil stuck behind his ear.Wyatt braced himself in anticipation.MoreLess
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