“Alright. Get started on returning that wood, and I’ll give Wade a call. I’d stay away from him for a while afterward if I were you,” I tell them. Jimmy nods, his smile grateful. “You got it, John—” “What the fuck is that pile of shit doin’ in front of my stable?” I flinch at the rough scolding, watching as Jimmy and Rick do the same. Poor Jimmy pales at the sight of a pissed-off Wade Steele storming our way.
