The Highway (Highway Quartet #2)

by C.J. Box

There was a small lake reflecting the starlight and moonlight in the basin of the swale. A rim of ice framed the open water along the banks of the lake. Ducks and geese covered the lake like errant punctuation.

'like errant punctuation' ~ a good mental image.

Love is grand, but divorce is a hundred grand.

unless the lawyers know you have more.

“Welcome to Emigrant.” “Thank you.” The First National Bar was ancient and inviting, with pine paneling, low lights except over the pool table, and dozens of elk, moose, deer, and antelope trophy heads mounted on the walls. Local cattle brands were burned into the tabletops and plank wood floor. It smelled of sawdust, cigarette smoke,

spilled beer, manure, and greasy food. Cody kind of fell in love with it.