"Steak, sirloin." said Blake, after glancing at the menu. "Medium well done. Roast potatoes, and a pint of coke. While I'm waiting, amaretto, straight." The order dispatched, Blake turned to the others.<br/><br/>"We spoke to the deputy, but he didn't seem overly concerned. If anything came up, the Sheriff would come looking for us here. Seem's the snow has closed the roads, and we'll be here a few days."<br/><br/>He took a moment to glance around the bar, just out of professional paranoia.