say?â
âYes,â Preacher said.
âWhat are you going to do with your string?â
âI donât know, sell them, board them. I was hoping you would have an idea.â
âIâll keep your animals for you,â Jeb said. âIf you donât come back by next season, Iâll sell âem and hold the money for you, after takinâ out what it took me to feed âem.â
âI appreciate that,â Preacher said.
âNow, what do you say to meân you go down to the Blue Hole Café and havinâ us some supper?â Jeb offered.
Preacher smiled. âSounds good to me.â
SIX
The enticing aroma of pork cooking over a hickory fire drifted down the street to them even before they reached the café known as Blue Hole. Blue Hole was a wood-frame building with a shake roof and a wide-plank floor. The cooking pit was just behind the building, and the aromatic smoke the cooking produced was the best advertisement the café had.
A large woman, known as Aunt Molly, greeted the two men when they came into the cafe. âHowdy, Jeb,â she said, smiling at the saloon keeper.
There was only one empty table, and it was covered with leftover bones, but Aunt Molly led them to it, scooped up the bones, then used a soiled cloth to wipe the table.
âWhoâs your young, good-lookinâ friend?â she asked, smiling over at Preacher.
âThis here is Preacher,â Jeb said.
Aunt Molly looked at Preacher with interest. âPreacher? Are you a man of the cloth?â
âNo, maâam,â Preacher replied.
âOh, heavens!â Aunt Molly said with an expression that was almost awe. âAre you that mountain man folks call Preacher?â
âThatâs who he is, all right,â Jeb said.
âYouâre gettingâ yourself quite a reputation,â Aunt Molly said. âThey say youâre the ridinâst, shootinâst, fightinâst, trappinâst, dancinâst, handsomest man in all the mountains.â She switched the handful of gnawed bones from her right hand to her left, then reached out with a greasy palm. âI donât know about all the rest, but Iâll vouch for the handsome part,â she said. âIâm right pleased to meet you, Preacher.â
Preacher hesitated but a moment before he took her hand. Her effusive description of him was a little embarrassing, but he knew that she meant well. He extended his hand to hers. âIâm very pleased to meet you,â he said.
At the next table, two men got up to leave.
âYou gents come back now, you hear?â Aunt Molly called to them.
One of them grunted in reply.
âWhat have you got thatâs good, Aunt Molly?â Jeb asked.
âWe got some ribs just ready to come off,â Aunt Molly replied. âPerhaps youâre aâsmellinâ âem now?â
Jeb smiled. âThe whole town is smellinâ them.â
âWell, I certainly hope so,â Aunt Molly replied with a little laugh.
âTell you what. How âbout you bring us a side of ribs, some beans, bread, and coffee?â Jeb ordered.
âHelp yourself to the coffee, and Iâll go back to get the ribs,â Aunt Molly said.
As Aunt Molly headed out back, Jeb walked over to the coffeepot, where he poured two cups. He returned to the table, a steaming mug in either hand.
Three men were having a conversation at a hitching rail just up the street from the Blue Hole. One was tall, with a very dark, scraggly beard. The other two were somewhat shorter and clean-shaven. They were the two who had just left the Blue Hole.
âYou sure itâs Preacher?â the tall, scraggly-bearded man asked.
âOh, yeah, itâs him all right,â one of the other two said. âI mind seeinâ him at a Rendezvous a year or so back.â
âSides which, Jebâs the one pointed him out. They say Jebâs known him for a long