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“Jesus I’ll talk to hiotten too used to the way shit’s done in prison”

“Fuck that” Zach’s face grew stormy “We’ve both known plenty of men, brothers even who ca douche bags at every turn”

Zach had a point “I know he’s always been a little tough to take, but when it comes down to it, he’s as coh to take was a nice way of saying Rusty could be a shit He’d been that way since he was a child Copper had bailed his ass out of trouble more times than he could count But he was blood and had been handed a shit deal most of his life Guy deserved to be cut a little slack “Let’s see how this shit goes today, then I’ll find out where his head’s at”

Just as Zach began to agree, the clubhouse door burst open, and Rusty rabbed a bottle of whiskey After a long s, he , ladies,” he said

Copper frowned “We got a two-hour ride, brother”

“Know it, Dad” Rusty sucked back another swig of whiskey then let out a resounding belch “Just a little hair of the dog”

“Shit,his hand in front of his nose “You look like fucking roadkill Smell worse”

He did Yesterday’s gray Henley was ruly beard covered the once s on the streets rather than staying at the clubhouse the past feeeks

“Had ht, boys Just rolled outta some chick’s bed about,” he looked at his watch, “’bout ten o” He winked “She had two rooertips like an Italian grandht Not that you boys would understand seeing as how you’re fucking the same old stale pussy—when you can actually talk your ol’ ladies into spreading their hairy legs”

Neither Copper nor Zach laughed, but Rusty didn’t notice or didn’t care that his crass humor at their ol’ ladies expense wasn’t appreciated

“Although,” he said, whacking Zach on the back “I hear your ol’ lady used to get up to soo, brother You bagged a wild one You ever need a hand with her—”