“Deputy Banner.” “Yes, ma’am. Will Banner.” He shifted his long legs, rose. Unfolded was more like it, she thought. He was an easy six-five with a build like a beanpole. “Lieutenant. Lieutenant Dallas.” He took the hand she extended in one with a rough, hard palm. “I sure do appreciate you meeting with me, Lieutenant.” “You’re a long way from home, Deputy Banner.” “That’s the God’s truth. Farthest I’ve ever been.” “Where’s Silby’s Pond?” “We’re in the Ozarks, ma’am, not—” “Lieutenant. Sir if you want. Dallas will do.” “Sorry. Y’all do things different here. We’re in the north of Arkansas,
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