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    “All right, Clyde,” he said, extending his hand, “give me the damned telegram.”
    Keller stuffed the piece of paper into his breast pocket, the one nearest his badge. He wanted to make sure that McCall saw
     the star when he took the telegram out again.

Chapter Two
    McCall was in the bathtub on the first floor, his gun hanging on the back of a chair that he had placed within reach. On the
     chair was a towel and his fresh clothes. He had a cigar in his mouth, and a bar of soap in his hands. He was lathered up good
     and proper when there was a knock at the door. Immediately he shifted the soap to his left hand and rinsed off the right as
     best he could.
    “Come in,” he said around the cigar.
    The door opened and a fat man entered. The first thing he noticed was that the man was fast, but right after that he noticed
     the badge on the man’s chest.
    “Sheriff,” he said, by way of greeting.
    The sheriff opened his mouth to speak, cleared his throat, and tried again.
    “McCall.”
    McCall once again started washing himself.
    “You the one spread the word around town that I was comin’ to town?”
    “I, uh, knew about it, yeah.”
    “You mind tellin’ me how you knew I was comin’ here when I didn’t even know?”
    “Uh, we got this a few days ago,” the man said.
    “Got what?”
    The sheriff came forward slowly, removing a slip of paper from his shirt pocket. He held it out to McCall, but had to come
     even closer before the other man could reach it.
    “What is it?” McCall asked, drying his right hand on the towel.
    “A telegram.”
    “For me?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Curious. Not only did someone know he was coming, but they had sent him a telegram before he’d even gotten there.
    “Could you unfold it for me, please?”
    “Huh? Oh, sure.”
    Keller unfolded the paper and handed it to McCall that way. McCall held it in one hand and looked at the sheriff.
    “Who’s read this?”
    “Oh, uh, me and the telegraph operator.”
    “No one else?”
    “No, sir.”
    McCall nodded and then read the telegram.
    Keller nervously watched the reaction on McCall’s face.
    It wasn’t every day that a man got a telegram telling him that both of his parents were dead, and Keller didn’t know how a
     man like Sam McCall would react to news like that. He’d never even thought about a man like Sam McCall—a man with his reputation—even
     having parents!
    So he watched his face closely, but from McCall’s expression you couldn’t tell what kind of news he was getting.
    McCall took a long time, reading the telegram, reading it a second and third time, keeping his emotions off his face. Actually,
     he didn’t know what his emotions were. He hadn’t seen his parents in, what, seven years? Maybe more. Learning that they were
     dead should have affected him somehow. Shock? Sorrow?
    Or was Sam McCall beyond those and any other emotions, after living the kind of life he’d been living all these years?
    McCall put the telegram down on the chair and continued to soap himself.
    “Anythin’ else, Sheriff?”
    “Uh, no, sir,” Keller said. “I mean—uh, how long will you be stayin’ in town, Mr. McCall?”
    “Just long enough to get a drink, some food, and a good night’s sleep. I’ll be headin’ out in the mornin’.”
    “Well, good. I mean—”
    “I know what you mean, Sheriff,” McCall said. “I told your deputy I’m not looking for trouble, and I’m not.”
    The sheriff nodded, tried to think of something else to say, and then started backing out of the room.
    As the man reached the door and turned to leave, McCall called out, “Sheriff!” making the fat man jump.
    “Yessir?” Keller didn’t turn, he just hunched his shoulders and waited.
    “Much obliged for the telegram.”
    Keller let out the breath he was holding and said, “Sure, Mr. McCall, sure,” and hurriedly left.
    When McCall was finished with his bath he went back to his room and read the telegram again. Still