Tyler’s landing of the Dormouse was much more smoothly handled than his most recent exercise in crisis management. His brother made a half hearted comment about how he should do that more often, but the flatness of this tone said more about their feelings for the situation than the levity did. Tyler’s hands ran across the console, shutting the Dormouse down for what they both hoped would be a quick nap.
Durden’s jaw set as dust rose up between them and town. “Here’s the welcoming party.”
Outside the windshield they watched several men trot up on horseback. It wasn’t the dusty riders one would have expected on a ball like Regina. They weren’t quite swells, but they were swell enough. Certainly a fair amount of coin had been put behind them. The crisp hats. The long black coats...Read More