Ben was ready to move to another seat to avoid contact with the stranger, but the man had a familiar face. “I’m sorry, have we met before? I usually remember names but I’m at a loss here.” Ben took a closer look at the man sitting next to him. He had deep lines etched in his face and wore a large cowboy hat. He was a big man, with a kind and innocent expression. “Yes, I believe we know each other.” He laughed, “We must, you know my name. Do I know you from Seattle?”
The old man sipped his tea. “Seattle? Sure, Ben. Say, thought I would check out Wind River. I hear the fishing there is great.” His eyes had a devious twinkle as he continued, “I’ve got to admit, as much as I hate this time of year, you are entertaining to keep up with. Oh, by the way, sorry about your friend, Harry. You do realize that his last hours were some of his happiest because of you, don’t you?”
Ben was ready to run, “What the hell, how do you know all this?”
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