“Be quiet, you Texas longhorn! We’re discussing literature back here!”
Steve pounded on the back of the cab. It was impossible to tell if his muffled voice was amused or alarmed. “What’s going on?”
In his best lion’s voice, Johnny Marinville roared back: “Be quiet, you Texas longhorn! We’re discussing literature back here!”
Mary screamed with laughter, one hand pressed to the base of her throat, the other curled against her throbbing belly. She wasn’t able to stop until the truck reached the crest of the embankment, crossed the rim, and started down the far side. Then all the humor went out of her at once. The others stopped at about the same time.
