Cole looked at me.
“You game?” he said.
I shrugged.
“It’s what we do,” I said.
A smile like the flash of a spark spread across Cole’s face.
“It is,” he said, “ain’t it.”
Cole looked at me.
“You game?” he said.
I shrugged.
“It’s what we do,” I said.
A smile like the flash of a spark spread across Cole’s face.
“It is,” he said, “ain’t it.”
“They’re living off us like coyotes live of a buffalo carcass, you know?”
“Everything eats meat likes a dead buffalo,” Cole said.