Chapter 3

“You alright, Deacon?” Lud asked, lending a hand to help me up. When we’d met, I’d told him he could call me Deke, but he hadn’t done it in all the years I’d known him. Looking at him, I noted that he’d barely broken a sweat and still looked pristine, the bastard. And the way he stared at me, his gaze serious, reminded me of the time with the generator. It was weird.

“I’m fine,” I replied, letting go of his hand to straighten my work shirt, sighing at the rip under the left arm. “These fools get into brawls at least once a month.” I glanced at Lud, just an inch or so shorter than me, and said, “Thanks for the assist, but what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be out of town, doing…consulting things?”

Lud smiled with his usual confidence, the serious expression gone. “I was in the area.” Why, though?I’d probably never know.