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so that he didn’t mess up the message.
                  It was amusing to see an Indian chief working a telegraph machine, but he was good at it and he liked seeing what was going on with the military forts close by and the sillier messages people sent to each other. 
                  Renee set her things down on an empty table that was used for putting the newspapers together and picked up the telephone receiver.  She kept ringing the appropriate extension until the Dwyers’ head butler, Randall, answered.
                  “Hello, Dwyer residence,” he said in his cultured British accent.
                  “Hello, Randall.  This is Renee Keller.  How are you?”
                  “I’m well, thank you.  And yourself?”
                  She forced a note of cheerfulness into her voice.  “I’m just fine.  I was wondering if Timmy is home.”
                  “Yes, Master Tim is in the parlor.  I’ll fetch him for you.  One moment.”
                  “Thank you, Randall.”
                  The line was silent for several moments before Tim said, “Hi, Renee.  What’s going on?”
                  “I’m calling to tell you that it’s not a good night for you and Randy to come to dinner.  But will you still pick me up at seven like we planned?” she asked.
                  “Yeah, sure.  Is everything ok?”
                  Renee blinked back tears.  “Not really.  It’s going to be unpleasant at home this evening, I’m afraid, and I don’t want you boys to get caught in the middle of it.”
                  “Oh.  I’m sorry to hear that.  Is there anything I can do?”
                  “No, but thank you,” she said.  “I have to go now, but I’ll see you tonight.  Be prepared to buy me a couple of drinks, money bags.”
                  His husky laugh in her ear had a comforting effect on her.  “You got it.  I’ll take good care of you.”
                  “I know you will.  Goodbye, Timmy.”
                  “See ya.”
                  Renee hung up and saw Black Fox looking at her, his dark eyes filled with questions.  “ Han , Grandfather,” she said, kissing his cheek.
                  He smiled.  “ Hau , granddaughter.  What is wrong?”
                  “Nothing much.  I’m going to kill my father, that’s all,” she said.
                  His eyebrows rose.  He wasn’t used to hearing people say that about Switch, who was sweet-natured and rarely had a bad word to say about anyone.  “What did he do to make you so angry?”
                  “He’s been interfering in my personal business.  That’s all I’ll say for now, but I’m sure you’ll hear all about it,” she said.
                  “Be careful what you say, Renee,” Black Fox said.  “Words said in anger cannot be taken back.”
                  “I’ll try to remember that,” she said, hugging the man who’d become a surrogate grandfather to her.
                  He chuckled.  “I remember holding you as a baby.  You were very cute.”
                  “Was I?”
                  “Yes.  You had such thick hair and it stood up like you were frightened,” he said.
                  She laughed.  “I’m glad it doesn’t look like that now.”
                  “No, it does not.  You have become a very beautiful woman.”
                  “Thank you, Grandfather.  Well, I’m heading home.  Have fun with your telegrams,” she said, gathering up her packages again and leaving.
     
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                  Switch whistled as he entered his home and hung up his coat and scarf in the foyer late that