“I’ve got an eight-horse, and I can be there in four hours. Send me the address.” “You just said five hours.” “Oh, nah. That’s with a trailer full. Empty trailer, middle of the night, I’ll be fast.” For a moment, I find myself smiling because that’s just the type of guy Emmett Brandt is. Kind of an asshole, but you don’t even need to ask for help before he’s promising to show up anyway—shaving an hour off his travel time, no less.
