She’d just rounded a corner when she came face-to-face with a tall, slender man with dark rimmed glasses. “Can I help you with something?”
Startling her, she gasped. “Oh, no, not really. I’m just visiting and thought I’d check out the town.”
“I know who you are. You’re that fast-talking newspaper lady from New York,” he said in a Texas drawl.
“Magazine. I’m a journalist with a magazine here to do the story about—”
“I know who you are,” he said, turning away. “Let me know if you need help.”
Becca watched as he circled the large glass topped counter and began to leaf through a magazine. She drew in a deep breath and approached the counter. “Listen, we haven’t met properly. My name is Becca Parsons.” She held out her hand.
He paused then took her hand. “Andy Taylor,” he said with a quick shake and release.
“Nice to meet you. I really like your store. You have a lot of interesting things in here.”
He looked up from his magazine. “Uh-huh.”
“Can you tell me what the oldest item you have in here is?” She put her journalism skills to work and kept probing.
He walked around the counter, brushing past her. She watched and then followed him to a table where a small leather-bound Bible lay. “This is the oldest thing in my store.”
“May I?” She motioned toward the book.
“Just be careful with it. The pages are really thin.”
Becca gently picked up the book and turned it over in her hands. She opened the front cover and closed it quickly. “How much?”
“Well, I looked up the value on the internet, and it said a Bible such as this could fetch close to two hundred dollars if in great shape.”
“Sold. I’ll give you that right now.”
Andy furrowed his brows. “Just like that? You’re not even going to try and whittle my price down?”
Becca shook her head.
“Why, I never! I thought all you big-city folks were hard-core. I’m impressed.”
“You do realize that this Bible belonged to the Huntsman family?” Becca asked.
“Yes. Many years ago, it was found in the brush along the railroad tracks.”
“Who brought it in?” Becca tilted her head slightly, a puzzled look plastered on her face.
“Some guy. I told Kyle it was here. I just assumed he’d told his dad and granddaddy.”
“That’s strange. Well, I’ll take it.” Becca pulled out her wallet. “Do you take credit cards?”
“Well, of course I do. What do you think this is? Some backwoods sort of store?” Andy chuckled as he rang up her purchase.
The corners of Becca’s mouth pulled up. This was going be a great day.
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