Air ye deaf, lass?" I think. He might have called me a hairy jackass

Air ye deaf, lass?" I think. He might have called me a hairy jackass

When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn’t even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think she’s nuts. Nuts, I tell you.

Gwen Cassidy needed a man. Desperately. Failing that, she'd settle for a cigarette.

It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too.

You can't save people from themselves. You can only try to wake them up.

I looked from one to the other, and realized that Barrons and my dad were having one of those wordless conversations he and I have from time to time. Though the language was, by nature, foreign to me, I grew up in the Deep South where a man’s ego is roughly the size of his pickup truck, and women get an early and interesting education in the not-so-subtle roar of testosterone.