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“That’s your supper,” said Mack Fulton

“Not these buffalo chips I sood Hey, boy, what’s in that sack?”

Luke clutched his bag tighter

Bell whispered, “Is that for your dad?”

“Yes, sir,” Luke whispered back “From my mother”

“Why’d you come here?”

“I thought if you’re private detectives, maybe…”

His voice trailed off

“Maybe what, Luke?”

“Maybe I could hire you to protect hiet away?”

“Detectives cost a lot of ently

“I don’t have anyif ”

“Like what?”

“Like things I heard”

“Things you heard where?”