“Mr. Fargo, you currently reside in Blue Coyote, correct?”
“I do. I love this town, even if I’ve become a victim by some of its residents.”
“Do you ever see yourself living somewhere else?”
“Never. This is my home. Blue Coyote will always be my home.”
She asked a number of questions about his saddle business, starting with, “When did you establish your retail shop?”
“Eleven years ago. It was quite the success right from the start. I sell expensive saddles up in the thousands. Country people are serious when they make a buy from me. I don’t sell cheap goods, and never intend to.”
“Is it true that you’re in the process of building a new retail shop for the saddles you sell?”
He nodded, smiling. The interview was a good way to plug his business, another reason why he had agreed to it. “I am. It’s small, but in the right location.”
Kitty looked down at her notes and asked, “Kansas Street, right?”
“Yes. I hope to be open by Christmas.”