This town didn’t have a lot to choose from. The twins usually went to Denver one weekend out of the month to get their dicks wet. Sometimes, Beau tagged along, sometimes he didn’t. Jigs didn’t bother chasing pussy anymore; he was chasing peace instead. Then, there was Mags. He never left the ranch, not once since the day I took him on. If he needed something, he would order it. The boys always invited him, and he always declined. I understood him, though. That man was fighting demons, like me.
