He untied the Paint’s reins from the Jeep and walked her up the road.
“Hey!” Gramps shouted after him. “Hey, you can’t just leave like this! Hey!”
Smith ignored her. He climbed onto the Paint and hoped no one in the junkyard was feeling trigger-happy this morning. When no one shot at him, he spurred the horse and it took off.
“Smith!” Gramps, still shouting after him. “Goddammit, Smith! You can’t just leave like this! Wait! Wait!”
He didn’t wait, but he did look back when he was about fifty yards away. They had opened the gate, and Gramps, along with the other woman, were at the parked Jeep. Smith spotted Roger in the background, along with a couple of others, rushing over to join the two women.
He turned around and urged the horse north.
Back to Gaffney.
To unfinished business…
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