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In the Waterhole, Sheriff Cole and Mickey O'Donohue sat at Cole's favourite position, an alcove near the swing doors of the saloon, where the lawman could size up customers entering the bar - and identify the troublesome before they even knew they were about to make trouble.
A confusion of barroom sounds weaved together to make a blanket of noise beneath which they could talk, if not openly, then quietly.
"So it weren't Zeke?" O'Donohue merely repeated Cole's earlier statement.
"Can't see it, Mick. Can't see that at all."
"So why'd you tell Mayor McGinley that Zeke was in your sights?"

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