While the Gardners were visiting Fawn and Nana, Joel Blackman was in an alley between the mercantile and the bank. Bobby Sands was with him, a toothpick stuck between his teeth. Bobby was twenty-one and cocky. His thick brown hair was wavy and unkempt. His sideburns ran three fourths of the length of his jaws. His clothes were dusty. His black shirt, black pants, and silver-buckled belt gave the impression he was trying to look good. He leaned against the side of the mercantile, one hand in his pants pocket, the other holding the toothpick.
“We have a problem, Bobby.”
“Always do,” came ...