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“What’re you having?” Bull asked as he slid into one of the booths He liked the ones where he could see the door It was an old habit

“I’ across fro the barkeep’s eye, and held up two fingers

“Le a fist in the equivalent of a nod Bull sat back and looked at Sah woman Cute, with pixie-cut hair and a quick smile There had been about a minute when they’d first met that Bull had seriously considered whether he found her attractive But if he’d seen the saood?” Sam asked

“No”

Saainst the tabletop He sketched out Pa’s objections and rationale, and Sam’s expression shifted slowly into a fatalistic aood,” she said when he was done, “but if we try and test-fire that bad boy, it’s going toowie”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Not a hundred percent,” she said “High eighties, though”

Bull sighed out a tired obscenity as the barkeep brought the bulbs of lemonade They were about the size of Bull’s balled fists, citrus yelloith ∏πο?????? ?????? ?????? printed on the side in bright red script

“Maybe I should talk to her,” Saht froet to tellfrom now on ‘Bull asked for it? Well, if it was iht?”

“You really think it’s about you not getting born up here?”

“Yeah”

“Well… you’re probably right,” Sam said “Sorry about that”