Now everything had been done. Mattie stood outside the cabin with Zeke, her purse on her shoulder, the tote bag at her feet. The sheriff shook Zeke’s hand. “I’ll be in touch.” Zeke nodded. The sheriff looked at Mattie. “Am you ready?” She took a breath and nodded. “Give us a minute, will you?” Zeke asked. The man winked and nodded. “I’ll wait in the Jeep.” A thin gray line of clouds showed to the west and Mattie eyed them for something to focus on so she would not break down and cry or something else equally stupid. “Looks like rain,” she said, shifting her purse close. “Yep.” He touched her arm with one finger. Mattie fidgeted with her strap, and finally looked at him. “Guess this is it.” His throat moved. “Guess it is.” He took her hand. “Let me know how you are every now and then, okay? Call Roxanne at the café in Kismet, leave a message.” “Sure.” She pressed her lips together, looked up at him. “Thank you for everything.” He nodded.
