Bud the Bear had two bullets lodged in him, but he was still standing. With the troublemakers run out of town, Lucky returned to the Golden Grille, bolting the doors behind him.

The next morning, before sunrise, he awoke to the sound of glass shattering and the smell of smoke. Immediately, Lucky started tossing water onto the flames, but it was too much for one man.

“HELP! FIRE!” Lucky cried out.

The town was asleep, and as the flames rose, Lucky feared no one could hear him. Suddenly the church bells began ringing. Townsfolk spilled out of their homes, many still in nightclothes. Luckily, it had rained earlier in the week and the wells were full. A bucket brigade was created to throw water on the flames.

“I should’ve tossed them in jail when I had the chance,” Sheriff Swain said.

“You’ll be the one in trouble if you try to arrest white men for attacking a Chinaman,” the mayor said, speaking the truth.

Though the damage was bad, the kitchen hadn’t been touched. For the next two weeks, Lucky worked nonstop repairing his restaurant. Friends pitched in, but on the day the Golden Grille was set to reopen, customers were greeted with a sign on the door: Closed Until Further Notice.

Lucky had gone missing.