The proprietor of the pool hall agreed to watch the “Seagull” and warn all curious boys to stay away from it.
In front of the pool hall, men sat on the hitching rail watching the farm girls go by.
Several horses splashed across the creek and their riders disappeared inside the portals of the pool hall.
He envisaged a future free of pool hall smells and the glandular malfunctioning of his predator owner.
He was gone when we got there and we found him down at a pool hall telling all his buddies about the operation.