bowler hat, revealing his balding head. After a quick glance at his companion, Vashti catalogued them as man and wife, in their sixties, probably come to visit grandchildren.
âDo you need a place to eat lunch? Because the Spur & Saddle, over yonder, has the best food in Fergus.â
âThank you, that was to be my first question,â the man said. âThe second was where we might find Mrs. Elizabeth Adams.â
Vashti grinned. âWell, that sure is easy. Turn around.â
A couple of doors down, Libby was just coming out of the Paragon Emporium with Florence Nash, who clerked for her in the store.
âMiz Adams,â Vashti called.
As usual, Libby wore a fashionable but modest dress made of good material. The powder blue gown brought out the vivid blue of her eyes, and her golden curls were topped by a matching bonnet. Florence, who was quite pretty, looked almost ordinary next to the lovely lady.
Libby advanced toward them with a smile. âYes, Miss Edwards? May I help you?â
Her well-modulated tones inspired Vashti to speak as smoothly as the emporiumâs owner. âYes, maâam. These folks would like to see you.â
Libby looked at the couple, favoring them with a hesitant smile. âHello. Have you just arrived in Fergus?â
âYes, maâam.â The man gestured toward his wife. âWeâre the Hamiltons. Weâve corresponded with you.â
âWhy, yes, of course.â Libbyâs reserve melted, and she extended her hand, first to the lady and then to the gentleman. âForgive me. I wasnât expecting you so soon.â She turned to include Florence and Vashti in her explanation. âLadies, this couple is interested in viewing the emporium with the prospect of buying it.â
Vashti caught herself so she didnât let out an unladylike whoop. It was no secret that Libby Adams planned to marry the shy gunsmith, Hiram Dooley, but she couldnât until she sold her business. No one in Fergus could afford to buy itâwith the possible exception of the schoolmarm, Isabel Fennel, who had inherited a large estate from her father. But Isabel enjoyed teaching and had no desire to run a store, thank you, so Mrs. Adams had advertised the emporium in several Eastern newspapers. Goldie had told Vashti all the details sheâd learned while stocking shelves in the store.
âYou must be tired.â Libby addressed the lady. âDid you folks come all the way from Boise today?â
âYes, we did,â Mrs. Hamilton said. âWe were anxious to get here and meet you and see the emporium.â
âOf course. But you must be hungry.â Libby looked to Mr. Hamilton.
âWellâ¦â
âOf course you are. Please allow me to entertain you at our finest restaurant.â Libby looked apologetically at Florence. âMy dear, I fear I must let you go to the club without me today. Please make my excuses to Trudy. She will understand.â
âYesâm,â said Florence.
âLet me give you folks a quick look at the emporium before we eat.â Libby turned her head and raised her eyebrows in Vashtiâs direction. âMiss Edwards, could you possibly run ahead and see if the Moores can accommodate three late diners? We shall be over in ten minutes.â
âI surely can.â Vashti gathered her satin skirt and leaped off the boardwalk. She ran across the street.
When she charged into the dining room, Bitsy was just picking up her husbandâs shotgun. Dressed in her red bloomer costume, she looked the part of a sharpshooter.
âWhatâs happened?â she asked, eyeing Vashti with trepidation.
âNothing bad. Thereâs a couple off the stagecoach, and they want to buy Miz Adamsâs store. She wants to bring them here to eat. Do you have anything left?â
âPraise the Lord,â Bitsy shouted. âAugie! You hear that?â
Augie poked his shiny bald head out