Chapter 64
- "Shit, son. If I had known you had such a Texan's aim, I'd have signed that contract a long time ago." Bruce whistled low, squinting hard at the log upon which a Snapple cap had just sat for a moment. "How did you get so good with a gun?"
- I let the Remington 870 settle, bouncing the gum in my mouth back and forth. "My old man taught me."
- "Y'all close?"