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June 14, 2010

Stacy: Fresh

I stared at the man behind the counter, hand on the hilt of my Colt.

“Sir, are you trying to bribe an agent of the Regulators?”

He spread his hands in a conciliatory fashion.

“No ma’am, not in the least. I’m just askin’ for a little understanding here.”

I warily raised one corner of the cover on the basket. My eyes flew up to his and he smiled.

I stepped outside, basket under one arm, doing my best to look innocent. I turned a corner, reached into the basket and brought out a perfect peach.

So I had a price.

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