Chapter 37

Hank was going to MSU grad school, majoring in equine sciences. He’d turned pro this year and he was taking on a few of his own clients to coach. Some of them were here.

“Hey, Brad, a bunch of the guys and gals are going down to Jackson to the Saddle Saloon for a while tonight. You wanna come?”

“Uh,” Brad looked at me, “sure, but I’m not 21.”

“No problem, Bud, you can be my personal designated driver.” Hank did that smile thing and I felt myself responding, too.

I nodded at Brad, as if he needed my permission, and he said, “Great! Let’s go.”

The boys left with Hank’s arm around Brad’s neck and we talked to the Reynoldses for another hour or so. On the way to our truck, I got recognized by several old friends and stopped to chat. It felt good to be back.

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Back at the motel, Andy and I watched TV for a while and then decided it was time to go to bed.

“Do you think we have time for—?” Andy asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me.