“More money,” he said, “than the Colonel made for him in an entire career of doing crap movies and casino gigs. Just for doing what he does best. Standing up and singing in a bar. And he negotiated it himself. I think this is a good moment for him. Tell him I said thanks and buy him a drink.” He tossed a few coins on the bar. The barman pushed them away. “I don’t think that’s necessary,” he said, slightly hoarsely. “ ’Tis to me,” said Ford. “Okay, we are outta here.”
