The sheriff was nowhere in sight, and the group of men who had witnessed the confrontation had dispersed, much to Wylie’s relief. Carl headed to the bar, while Garry escorted Wylie to a table in the back corner of the restaurant where, he said, “You’ll have at least a little privacy.”
“Thanks, and don’t worry, I’m calm now, pretty much.”
“I know. Stick around until we close, okay?”
“Sure. I’ve got nothing better to do.” Wylie smiled ruefully. “At least there will be witnesses that I couldn’t have gone out and abducted some other woman, if that happens.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t,” Garry replied, shaking his head. “Two is two too many.”
“No shit.”