Chapter 40 : The Calving Run

Ethan

The sky held a ribbon of black clouds rushing off to the East. Sunrise tinted the horizon, but the cheerful yellow orb had yet to show its face when I pulled into the gas station.

I parked my SUV by the pumps and stopped myself before going in to pay first.

In a town like Snowy Grove, nobody worries about pump and dash.

As I pumped my gas, a truck pulled up beside me. Scooter and his nephew, Gordon, got out, both of them talking excitedly.

“Man, all I’m saying is, if Chase Carrington had been one split second slower, he’d have gotten a bull-horn enema.”

Scooter laughed and shook his head.

“Ain’t nobody gonna catch Chase. Why do you think his Daddy named him that? And you’re not supposed to talk about the rodeo clowns, you're supposed to talk about the riders.”

“Sheeeit, Uncle Scoot. Most of those greenhorns couldn’t even stay in the saddle for a second, let alone eight-”