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Rand came to the Farmers Market this morning lookin’ for a fight. But there was no fight to be found. Tom has fled to Baxter Springs.
And there were no eggs to be had and no buffaloes, or elks or cows. Jim was off at a sale, maybe, or waiting for eggs to drop from his chickens.
Rand looks a little lost there. Money in hand, no eggs to be found….
Aw, gee whiz, no action on the street and a cloudy day, too. The anticipation, the suspense…