So they sat together, the sheriff, a slowly sobering drunk, and a woman from the bayou country, sharing a little food and the easy company of people who had a common history. It was part of what had brought Brody back to Black Earth County, part of the reason Felix Klein had stayed after his wife passed on, and one of the blessings that Angie Madison had discovered when, through marriage, she’d migrated there. And the Wagon Wheel? It was one of those places that exists everywhere, in which, small though it may be, somehow there’s always enough light inside to go around.
