Chapter 4 - In Broken Hearts
We arrived in Broken Hearts at 3PM. Since I was famished, I wanted a good meal before looking around town. Mayor Grant suggested a stop at the Twisted Tree which was only a few minutes from the train station. It was easy enough to find. In front was the weirdest, most twisted tree I have ever seen in my life. The grub inside must have been real good because I couldn’t find a table to sit at, the place was so crowded. I did manage to find a stool at the counter and ordered myself a steak, along with baked potatoes and some corn. Delicious it was!
Sitting next to me was a Native American Indian who I assumed was one of the fishing guides. I asked him where the Sheriff’s office was and was told I could find it on Main Street right next door to the bank. Said his name was Running Fox and he’d be glad to show me the way.
I never knew any Indians before and I found Running Fox to be quite a pleasant fellow. I asked him how he came to be called Running Fox and he explained to me that he was always chasing foxes as a child. That’s why, he said, he had a scar on his left cheek. It was where a fox had clawed him when he had caught up with one. He laughingly said that most of the time the foxes were too swift for him.
When we got to the Sheriff’s office, Running Fox tapped his fist lightly against mine and said “Comiko” which I later learnt meant “friend“. He told me he had a small room above the doctor’s office and if I ever wanted to chat with someone, that’s where I could find him. He was always there in the evenings and during the day he hung around the Twisted Tree where he always had his meals.