“What do you think Varin will do now that he thinks we’re dead?” Blacksmith put into words what they were all thinking.
“I think he’ll be giving Preston a call in the morning,” Deacon said calmly. “Telling him that the owner’s reconsidered and taken him up on his latest offer.”
The call from Donnan Varin came around 9:30. Deacon did his best acting job ever, sounding pleased that Don had given him such good news. Fiddlestix could see the tightness at the corners of his mouth.
“That was by far the most difficult conversation I’ve ever had in my life,” he admitted sadly.
“It’ll be okay, Deacon. We’ll win this,” Fiddlestix assured him.
Fiddlestix and Deacon went upstairs dressing quickly and met the others on the boat. An aura of disquietude fell over them as they headed up the coast to Donnan Varin’s house. Varin didn’t come to the dock…
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