“Hey, Hoss, how long you going to stay at Lucy’s?”
Justin stepped out of the cab and looked down at Jake.
“Say what you got to say, mister.”
“Last two months Lucy had trouble making rent; I took it out in trade.”
Jake lay on the gravel driveway, not knowing how he got there, looking up.
“Stay down, mister.”
“I’ll call the Sherriff.”
“My word against yours.”
Rolling slowly to Lucy’s place, Justin decided he didn’t want to know what trade she’d made with Jake.