There was no more room for coffee cups, too many were crammed into an already full cupboard. Jessie sighed and set her newest acquisition on the counter, promising herself that she’d sort through and find room for it later.
The doorbell rang just as her coffeepot dripped out the last drops into the 12 cup carafe.
Jessie opened her front door to the county sheriff.
“Hey Denton, come on in. What can I do for you today?”
“Mornin’ MS. Jessie.”The smell of coffee caught Denton’s attention, he looked in the direction of the kitchen.
“Coffee, Denton?” Jessie asked.
“Sure, thanks.
Denton ambled in behind Jessie and waited while she poured two cups. The cup she handed the sheriff was large and black and had a slogan from the Red Pony Saloon.
Denton’s cell rang as he took his first sip. His reaction to the caller was immediate.
“Jessie, I gotta go.”
Denton took off out the door—coffee cup in hand.
Karen Hydock