Chapter 7

“Just curious, Edna…you don’t seem to like these guys very much. Is there a story here, or just one of those instinctive personality things?”

She perched her readers on the end of her nose and looked over the top of the rims at me. “My husband used to be a pilot, and a pretty good one at that. He had his own plane and did charters, mainly hunters and fishermen. These two came to town some six years ago, and set up their own business that competed directly with my Will’s. He wasn’t able to keep up with these young guys then he got sick with cancer, and passed away. I think it was him being so depressed over his fading business that caused him to give up.”

“I’m sorry for your loss. I had an uncle die from cancer, so I got some idea of what that’s like. I would have thought competition would have made the market open up for more people to want to fly. Anyway, I don’t know the guys, but the first impression at the airport was a good one.”