““My undersheriff readjusted herself, the irony of her squeaking gunbelt underlying her next statement. “Who you wanna shoot?” He sat there under her interrogation. “Nobody in particular; I just want to be left alone.” “I get like that sometimes.” I laughed. She ignored me. “Cord, there are people out there who are good at believing things and following orders, and then there’s the rest of us, the ones who have urges and get mad about shit; the ones who ask questions. I’m one of those people, and I think I turned out all right.” She pointed a loaded finger at me. “Shut the fuck up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “. . . Anyway.” Her eyes softened as she studied him. “Just so you know; there’s room for all of us.” I wanted to kiss her but just kept driving as the afternoon sun cast rays across the rolling hills in that horizontal light like clean windows. •””
