“I’m good, Fawkner. See you there.”
Brady ducks his head, but a grin pokes out. “Sure thing. Try not to be too late, hey?”
The comradery is really something between these two. I sip my coffee, and Hadley turns back. “Guess I’ll see you there.”
He tips his hat. Literally.
I will never get used to the old-school ways these cowboys have instilled in them.
I finish packing up and climb into the driver’s seat twenty minutes later. I fire up Betsy as Hadley is rolling up his bedding. I sit while she idles, winding the windows down and letting her warm up a little before heading for the gate.
On my way out, I see Hadley climb into his truck. Closing a hand over the wheel, he moves as if turning the ignition. The truck barely rumbles before spluttering out altogether.
