The Crossroads

“Davy?” Judy asked. “Where’s Zack?”

“In a whole heap of trouble. We figure he might be up against ol’ Clint Eberhart himself.”

“The man who ran the bus off the road?”

“You done your homework, I see.”

“Yeah. I usually do.”

“Well, Eberhart is the sorriest soul you could ever meet. A black-haired devil…”

“With blue, blue eyes? Slicked-back hair?”

“That’s the feller! You seen him?”

“No, no. So far I’ve only seen his statues.”

“Statues?”

“Yeah. Tons of them.”

“Dang. Where they at?”

“Inside the chapel.”

“Chapel? Don’t tell me Gerda Spratling built that dirty dog another dag-blasted memorial!”

“So it would seem, Davy.”

“Well, Mrs. J., I reckon we need to burn that one down, too.”