“Mornin’, bossman.” “No Stampede?” “Yeah, no. Didn’t go well for me last year. Too many fake cowboys looking for a fight, too many mounties looking to arrest the real cowboys for giving ’em what they had coming.” “Can’t say I’m mad we won’t have to bail you outta jail again.” “Thought you’d appreciate that, Aus. You know you love having me here.” I grunt. “You don’t know me at all, do you?” “Oh, fuck off. You love me like a brother, even if you’re too much of a jackass to say it. Least Denny tells me enough for the both of ya.”
