I slowed the truck when I hit the edge of town. There weren't many people on the sidewalks after dark, so the likelihood that I'd miss Miranda, if I saw her, was slim. Most of the shops closed at five, along with the tiny post office. I hadn't stopped at the feed store when I passed. I couldn't imagine any reason she'd have gone in there. Clancy, the owner, was a hundred years old if he was a day, and crotchety as all get-out. I had no desire to interact with him unless I had to.
There were a couple of cars at the filling station, so I pulled in and inched my way down the glass front. Unless Miranda had taken a seat on the floor, she wasn't strolling the aisles of the Pump & Go. I wondered how long it would take someone to flag me down to question what in tarnation I was doing, and at th
