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It was dark when they drove down the road into Dry Creek later that night. Doris June was relieved to be home. The trip from the Billings airport had been so long even her mother had given up on talking.

“When did Linda get a new light for the café?” Doris June asked, relieved to finally have something to say. The café and the hardware store stood on opposite sides of the road. No cars were parked in front of either of the buildings, but the grass was flattened where cars had parked earlier in the day so business looked reasonably good.