“Why Eastern time?” “Our new friend here is used to Eastern,” Barnum said. “Didn’t you notice how he said ‘here’? He said ‘here’ like JFK. He’s from Boston or someplace, but he’s got Virginia plates and a lot of outdoor gear in his rig. Judging by the dirt on that car, I’m guessing he didn’t fly and rent, he drove out all the way.” “I ain’t seen him in here before,” Timberman said, taking the coffee cup and replacing it with the draft and the shot. “Nope,” Barnum said. “He was asking you something a minute ago. What was it?” Timberman looked over Barnum’s shoulder to make sure the tall man wasn’t coming back yet. “He’s got an interest in falconry. He asked me if I knew of anybody around here who might have birds available. He also asked me if we have a range where he can sight in his hunting rifle. And he wanted to know where the bathroom is.” When the tall man returned he found a shot of bourbon and a glass of beer next to his coffee cup.
