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look creepy.
    She couldn’t help but notice in his faded Levi’s and dirty cowboy boots he looked nothing like a handy man.
    And the verdict was still out on all-around good guy.

A Message From The Marble Orchard
     
    gwon: verb \gwon\  go on
    Gwon over there and search the room.
     
     
    [  1932  ]
     
    Ten days after the bank robbery, Rod Pierce was found drunk and unconscious in a motel room four hours away from Goose Pimple Junction. A deputy filled the sheriff in after he brought Pierce to the city jail.
    “ Coots, whatta ya got?” the sheriff asked.
    “ A one ‘Rod Pierce,’ who’s been over to the No-tell Mo-tel for ‘bout six days. Man’ger said he ain’t paid fer his room in over three days, so he went in to check on him. Found him drunk as a skunk and called us. His I-dentification says he’s from Goose Pimple Junction. Considerin’ there was a hold up at the First National a week or two back, I thought you might want to know ’bout him.”
    “ That was good thinkin’, Coots. Do some checkin’. See if he’s got a record.”
    Coots started to walk away, and the chief called him back. “There were three of ‘em that did that job at the bank. Any idea if Pierce was alone at that motel?”
    “ I’ll check that out too.”
    “ And gwon over there and search the room. See if anything incriminatin’ turns up.”
    “ Sure thing, Sheriff.”
    Coots returned to the sheriff’s office a short while later, with a grin a mile wide.
    “ Bull’s-eye, Sheriff. Pierce is a former convict. Served time for petty theft and a gasoline station robbery,” Coots proudly announced.
    “ Well if that don’t put pepper in the gumbo.” Sheriff Bone was pleased.
    “ I’ll bet the police chief of Goose Pimple Junction will want to talk to this Pierce fella.”
    “ Find anythin’ else out?”
    “ Naw, motel owner says he was alone, far as he knows. I didn’t find nothin’ in the room but a bunch of empty bottles and some false teeth.”
    “ Awright. I’ma give the chief over in Goose Pimple Junction a call. Ya never know. We may of nabbed one of their bandits.”
    The sheriff dialed the phone with one hand, while he took a big gulp of coffee with the other. As he waited for someone to answer, he lit a cigarette.
    “ Goose Pimple Junction Police Department, how may I hep ye?”
    “ This is Sheriff Ezra Bone from the Helechawa Po-leece Department. I need to speak to the chief, please.”
    “ Hold one moment.” Seconds later, the chief got on the line.
    “ This is Bug Preston.”
    “ Chief Preston, this is Sheriff Ezra Bone, over in Helechawa. I got a man whose ID says he’s from down your way. Name’s Pierce. Rod Pierce. Ever heard of him?”
    “ Yep, I’ve heard of Rodney Pierce. Be glad to not hear from or about him ever again.”
    “ Zat right?”
    “ We’ve had him for a bunch of robberies. When he’s not stealin’ from somebody he’s drinkin’ the town dry. Which is hard to do, considerin’ we got a dry country already.” Chief Preston laughed at his own joke.
    “ Considerin’ your recent bank robbery, I thought you might be interested to talk to him. I got him locked up on intoxication. I can hold him here for ya if ya want.”
    The chief sighed into the phone. “I got three witnesses to the bank job who I could bring up. See if they can finger him. Might take me a few days to round ‘em up and get over there.”
    “ No problem. He ain’t goin’ nowhere. We’ll dry him out and hold onto him.”
     
     
    [  June 2010  ]
     
    Tess changed clothes six times, finally settling on white slacks, a black top, and black sandals with a one-inch heel. She applied too much makeup, washed it off and applied it again, this time using a lighter hand to outline her green eyes with charcoal liner and to accentuate her heart-shaped face with 'Cedar Rose' blush. Scrutinizing her wavy, shoulder-length reddish-blond hair, she fixed and unfixed it until finally satisfied. Well, almost