He needed to start the investigation. It was mid-evening by the time Griff made the forty-minute ride to town. When he arrived, there weren’t many people moving about Vale’s main street, and only a few businesses still had their doors open to customers. As he rode he spied a couple of men lounging outside the barbershop. They eyed him. He eyed them back. He nodded. They didn’t. He headed the gelding toward the saloon. Experience taught him that local watering holes were often a wellspring of information. Liquor had a way of loosening lips as well as brains. Griff rarely indulged. During his days at the whorehouse he’d been kicked and cuffed by more drunks than he cared to remember. They all served as sterling examples of what he didn’t want to grow up and become. He tied the gelding up at one of the posts a few feet from the saloon. On his way down the plank walk he passed the open door of a milliner’s shop. Seeing the hats on display in the front window, he paused to view them for a moment.
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