He was too busy chowing down his two barbeques, bag of chips, and Dr. Pepper to pay attention to us.I remembered the skin of the aircraft of which Justin had spoken. I leaned forward. "Was it a piece of metal that unfolded itself?"Sam's eyes twinkled. "That's it. You see it too, huh? I figure he must be joking. But when I look at the metal, I can't see how it does that. I tell Justin it is some new invention that the Army made, but he just laughed and shook his head. He tell me that soon I would see what he meant. That the Army didn't have nothing to do with it"At that moment, the door opened, and a blast of cold air swept in. Two weathered cowmen wrapped in wool mackinaws, their western hats tugged down over their ears, stomped in, slapping their hands vigorously on the arms of their heavy coats. "Whew! Hey, Sam, it's getting colder out there," one shouted as the other indicated the cigarettes behind the register. While Sam Fuqua tended his customers, I stared hypnotically into the tiny blue flames of the space heater.
