The Supermen

The SupermenGeorge summers was late in closinc up. The Friday-night footfalls of the trading farmers had died away while he wiped the counter in his small lunchroom. It was a soft night with a small mist and his motion was not hurried as he started for the door to snap the latch before his final act of cashing up.There was a light shudder of brakes and the slam of a car door. He checked his movement toward the front, in anticipation of possible further business.When the three young men strode in...