“I’d better not, Mr. Sam. Laurel’s been home alone all week, and she don’t drive.”
Sam sighed, but then grinned. “See you in Denton.”
“If I can, yessir. Maybe I can ride a bull or two.” He might could come up with the entry fees and it couldn’t hurt, to show up to an event.
“Good. Good. Say bye to Beau.” Sam tugged him toward the house, Beau chuckling when they came into view.
“See you, Nutbutter. Thanks for coming by.”
“Thanks for not snarling when I did.”
“Hey, as long as you don’t get Sam hurt, I’m all for it.”
“I wouldn’t.” Not for anything. Anything at all. Mr. Sam was…the best of them.
Beau gave him a man hug. “You’re a good kid. If Laurel wants a puppy to keep her company, let us know.”
“Oh, she might. I’ll ask.” God, no. They only had about a zillion dogs up to the house. He waved to Gramps and the clown. “Y’all have a good one.”
“You, too, Nutbutter.” Gramps waved back. Dillon just grinned.
Landon climbed into the truck, then sighed at himself, then turned on the radio, Zydeco blaring. He hadn’t made it far at all before he was bouncing on the seat and singing along. Shit, life was too short for whining, and he had money to take home to Sister.
Maybe Cotton and his woman’d come down for a weekend. Play cards, drink some.
He turned off onto the highway and grabbed his phone, hitting Cotton on speed dial. “Boll! Boll, whatchoo doin’, cher? You and that gal busy making babies or what?”
