CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
It had been pert-near three weeks since Buddy Wilson had graced the Bozeman Café with his ungodly presence. After his unfortunate encounter with Sam, which resulted in a broken nose and two black eyes, all from one punch; yet, after two visits to Doc Otis, he was pretty much back to his old sarcastic self. Well, physically that is, emotionally, he still had some healing to do.
Quietly, he made his way over to his favorite stool as Gerald and Cindy approached. Cindy poured him a cup of coffee as they decided to have a bit of fun at his expense for a change; it was time for his comeuppance, they felt.
It was already old news around town that Sam had confronted Buddy at his home, wherein he gave him a beat-down and scared the living daylights outta him. Berta forgave and reunited with Sam after she heard how he fought so bravely for her, the two never to be separated again. Well, that is, until Sam’s next transgression comes to light.
“So Buddy,” Cindy said, “looks like Miss Stella was right on the money. Did that big ol’ stormy Sam show you his anger?” Gerald and Cindy broke into hysterical laughter.
Buddy’s face lit up bright red, “That’s not funny! Not funny at all! He could have killed me!” He screeched as he fled the café. The Bozeman’s could hardly contain themselves.
Cindy yelled after him, “Buddy, you all come back now when those dark storm clouds clear up, ya hear!” That brought on even more fits of laughter between the Bozeman’s.