Cash clears his throat again. “You chokin’?” I ask. He shakes his head. “Duke, you gotta talk to her.” “What?” Duke pulls on his reins, slowing his horse. “Do you know something I don’t?” Cash looks away. His posture is stiff. “Talk to her,” he repeats. “How can I do that if she won’t pick up my calls? If you know something, Cash, I need you to tell me.”
