Footsteps thump behind me. “Hell, since I got a circus on my property, think I deserve some introductions.” “Shit.” I turn to Vic, who’s ambling our way. I make introductions around the receiving line of friends and family. Charlie, Davis, and Ford shake Vic’s hand with a reverence reserved for legends. When I come to Wyatt, my hand drops in the space between us. “This is…Wyatt. He used to be my…trainer.” I say it because it’s exactly the right thing to hurt. To push. “Right,” Wyatt rasps, sounding pissed off. Almost in pain.
