Polly arrived the next Thursday as scheduled and Connie ushered her into the den. He closed the door and I heard nothing until Connie called to me to ...ome in. I did as he asked and saw Polly sitting on the couch in tears. She was sobbing and moaning to herself but I didn't know why. I asked Connie and he handed me some pictures. They were pictures of Connie and Polly, both naked in his bed. One of the pictures showed him penetrating her, him on top and her laying on her back. A second one. I was asked for an opinion as to the practicability of restoring the inlay but I could only agree with the conservator. There was one panel that enough was left that could be put on a fresh base but even that would hardly be worthwhile. “Why don’t we do a replica using the original works?” I asked, “We have the drawings and your archives have photos so we know what it was like and you could have it to show the public what the clocks actually looked like when they were new, not in the faded. Jes' puttin' a tin star on a feller ain't never gonna stop flyin' lead, and we knowed — all of us — that if you mess with them Bickles, you gonna soon be deader'n Lazarus after Jesus left town.So, every bless'ed Saturday, them boys come ridin' in at daybreak to tear up our town. They stay all day and into the night, with no kind a' law to slow 'em down nor stop 'em. They insult our wimmen, bust up our onlyest saloon, drink everythin' that come in a bottle and take quick offense if a man so much. .. yessir,” Kyle said.“For a while,” I added.“And?”“All the riders on the trail were new, it seemed like. It wasn’t much fun, so we left,” I said. Pa looked at me waiting. I plunged on. “Well, there was an auction at the stockyards. We just stopped to have a look around. We were just looking. But then these four were led into the ring and they were kind of skinny and looking poorly. We just thought they needed a good home and no one was bidding on them.”“Except that guy from the slaughterhouse..