Contributor: John Laneri
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Sheriff Matt Carson paused to let a horse drawn wagon clatter past then continued on, his steps taking him toward Aunt Jillie’s Boarding House, the finest establishment in North Texas.
“From the way you’re walking, it must be time for lunch.”
The Sheriff recognized the voice as that of Roscoe Sayers, editor of the Brazos River Weekly.
Turning in Roscoe’s direction, he headed toward the boardwalk, saying, “I didn’t know my hunger was so obvious. I must have been thinking about the fried chicken at Jillie’s. Today’s Wednesday, my day for chicken.”
In appearance, Roscoe was a skinny, little man with a balding head and bulging eyes.
“I've always liked fried chicken,” Roscoe said. “But, the little lady prefers I take my noon meal at home – says it’s good for my digestion.”
“There’s nothing better than fried...
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John Laneri
