Beef sets a beer down, and I level a finger. “You give her one more goddamn drink…” “Bye,” Reese chirps suddenly. She hops off the bar stool and shoves past me. I curse and attempt to follow, but Floyd Gunderson blocks my path. “Selling my ranch, Ford. Sure am.” “Well, hell, remind me to put in an offer on that.” I put my hands on his shoulders, push him backward. “But right now, I gotta go.”
