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pie when Andrea Martin entered the café. She walked directly to him. She was wearing a simple cotton dress and boots, carrying a drawstring bag.
    â€œHello, Miss Martin.”
    â€œMr. Adams,” she said. “May I sit down?”
    â€œOf course,” he said. “Coffee?”
    â€œPlease.”
    He signaled the waiter to bring two cups when he brought the pot. The man nodded.
    â€œIs this a coincidence?” he asked.
    â€œNo, it is not,” she said. “I saw you come in here.”
    â€œI saw your father this morning.”
    â€œI know.” She lowered her eyes. “I was in another room when you came. I was . . . avoiding you.”
    â€œThat makes it odd that you’d come in here looking for me,” he said.
    â€œYes, I know,” she said. “I was . . . ashamed, so I came to apologize.”
    â€œFor what exactly?”
    Before she could answer, the waiter came with the coffee and pie.
    â€œAnything else for Miss Martin?” the waiter asked.
    â€œNo, nothing,” she said. “Thank you.”
    He nodded and withdrew.
    â€œGo ahead,” she said. “Eat your pie.”
    â€œWill you answer my question?”
    She sat back in her chair, took a deep breath.
    â€œI apparently misjudged you yesterday,” she said. “I’m sorry for that. I suppose . . . you’re not like other men.”
    â€œI’d like to believe that,” Clint said.
    â€œI’m also sorry I avoided you this morning,” she said. “That was . . . silly.”
    â€œIt’s okay,” he said. “I forgive you.”
    â€œFor which time?”
    â€œEither,” Clint said, “both. Take your pick. I don’t hold a grudge.”
    â€œNot even against the men who shot your horse?”
    â€œWell,” he said, “them . . . that’s different. No, I don’t hold a grudge against you.”
    â€œI hope not,” she said.
    â€œYour father said you did a fine job on Eclipse.”
    â€œThe horse wasn’t really hurt that bad,” she said. “Be good as new in a few days.”
    â€œGood.”
    She took one sip of coffee, then put the cup down and stood up.
    â€œI have to go and pick up a few things for my dad,” she said.
    â€œCan I walk you?” he asked. “This time?”
    She studied him a moment, then said, “Sure, why not?”
    â€œFinish your coffee,” he said. “I’ll finish my pie, and then we’ll go.”
    She sat back down.
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    Before he’d finished his pie, the clerk from the telegraph office appeared in the doorway.
    â€œGot your answer, sir,” he said, handing Clint the telegram.
    â€œThanks.” Clint gave him a dollar and the man left.
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    â€œA telegram for the bank,” Clint said. “I need to withdraw some money.”
    â€œThe bank is right next to the apothecary, where I’m going,” she said.
    â€œWell then,” he said, putting his napkin on the table, “let’s go.”

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    Clint walked Andrea to the apothecary, then went to the bank next door. She was waiting outside for him when he came out.
    â€œGet what you wanted?”
    â€œI did,” he said. “How about you?”
    â€œMy dad needed some things for a sick cow,” she said.
    â€œDoes he always work on large animals?” he asked. “Cows, horses . . .”
    â€œOh, he treats smaller animals, too. Dogs, cats, he’s even worked on wolves.”
    â€œWhat about you?” he asked as they started walking away from the bank.
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œAre you a vet?” he asked. “I mean, will you be a vet?”
    â€œI don’t have the training,” she said.
    â€œI’ll bet you do from working with him,” he said. “What you probably don’t have are the