Sheriff Cole, his fingers poised at his holster and ready for action, hesitated. While one of his gifts was the ability to size up a situation in the time it took for a .38 to tear flesh, he knew that one of Mickey's gifts was somehow to be in the right place at the right time. Usually this skill, or "art" as Mickey called it, resulted in information or clues from overheard conversations. At other times, his presence could be a catalyst for change.
Cole hoped that time was now. And that the change would offer some sort of revelation.