“Oh, hey, Judge Carwell. Mornin’ Carolina Rae,” Bowie said, raising his free hand to a couple in a fishing boat. “Mornin’ Bodines,” Judge Carwell called. “He courtin’ Scarlett?” “What the hell kind of town is this?” I hissed. Jonah shrugged and grinned. “Bootleg, man.” “Yes, sir. We’re just remindin’ him to treat her right,” Gibson said. “Carry on, boys.”
