sitting behind the wheel of his state police cruiser, eddie watched the big tent go up.
no matter where he was, jackie was alone with his thoughts.
ralph johnson observed jackie from under the brim of his straw hat.
because that was the kind of guy ralph johnaon was.
sometimes jackie forgot exactly why he hated johnny.
raindrops ran down the window of the diner.
mona starbuck remembered the last stranger who passed through town.
the two strangers stopped and watched the circus tent go up.
the first stranger - the original stranger - came up behind them.
hatred can be a curious thing.
sheriff john brown did nor care for circus people, especially clowns,
was johnny really as good a person as all that?
was sheriff john brown really as bad a person as all that?
and what about mona starbuck?
so far, nobody asked johnny what he thought the whole situation.
or stagger lee, for that matter.
what do you think?
and what does eddie, sitting in his cruiser watching the circus tent go up in the rain, think?
the two strangers nodded to each other and proceeded into town.
colonel musgrave poured himself another stiff drink.