11. Handshakes But No Hugs and Kisses
12. The Treading of Lesser Cattle
Only me and Criswall know the whole story behind the District firing Quin last fall. Far as I’m concerned, with fifty-eight days until my retirement plaque and full county benefits, that’s the way it’s going to stay. Quin’s gone—just moved to Billings—and with all the snow this winter, nobody wants to bring up the drought or Darl Sebright’s five acres of dead beans anyway.