Return Trip

O’Brien spent the night in station’s only cell, brought in on a vagrancy charge.

In the morning, the deputy gave him a paper cup half-filled with something like coffee, a knob of bread, no butter, and then drove him out to the town limit. The deputy took O’Brien’s bindle from his trunk and tossed it in the ditch along the highway

“Thanks for visiting,” he said, “Hope you enjoyed your stay.”

After he drove off, O’Brien shook the gravel from his clothes, and slid down the incline to retrieve his things.

He’d seen enough to know the job would work.

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