she said, drawing his attention. “How may I help you?”His eyes went wide as she took her place behind the front desk. “Um… Where’s Mr. Hamilton?”“He’s busy with other duties. Can I help you?”Slamming the saddle bags down on the counter, he said, “Here’s the mail.”Julia blinked, not understanding.When she failed to move for another moment, he said, “I’m kinda eager to get home and you’re my last stop, so if you don’t mind, Miss…”“Colter. Miss Colter,” she stumbled. “Perhaps you could tell me what Mr. Hamilton normally does with the mail, Mr…?”“Frye. Leland Frye.” A big grin stretched across his narrow face. “Mr. Hamilton usually takes the stack,” he said as he pulled the mail from the saddle bags, “and places it in those cubbies, right there.”She followed his pointed finger to the cubby holes on the wall behind the desk. Taking the mail from his hand, she wondered what she should do next.“Pleasure meeting you, Miss Colter,”
