Chapter 416
- “Morning, Blake,” Peter Gunston said and sat down opposite me.
- “Peter.” I wondered what he wanted and if he was going to say something about the self-defense class at my barn. He was the principal of Western Dubuque High School. He stood at five foot nine inches and leaned towards overweight.
- “Kids are all abuzz about that class you did,” he said and I smiled. “Would you consider—” I interrupted him right there.