He knew it was too early for the place to be crowded, and that was fine with him. He was looking for Wily, and he wanted to talk with him in private."Morning' Sheriff," Abel, the bartender, called out from where he stood behind the bar. He'd been expecting the lawman to pay him a visit, and he'd been worrying about what to tell him, should he ask about last night. "What can I do for you?""I'm looking for Wily Andrews. Is he around?""Nope, not this morning.""He was here last night, though, right?""Yes, sir, but he left some time after midnight. I haven't seen him since."Macauley nodded as he let his gaze sweep the room. "Tell me, Abel, what went on in here last night?"Abel didn't want to get in trouble with the sheriff, but then again he didn't want Stevens and his friends mad at him either. He knew how mean those three could be, and he had no intention of having them come in here and bust up his place. Besides, he justified what he was about to say, what did it matter anyway? No one had been hurt or killed.
