“And, we lost nearly a dozen head of cattle in that first week,” he answered, ashing his cigarette out the open window.
I grinned. “They got out, huh? Must of missed some breaks in the fence, I suppose. Not surprising – damned things have a knack for finding the one place they can escape through.”
Jonas turned a sidelong glance on me and said, “I didn’t say they got out. Said we lost them.”
He could sense the questions stirring in my mind and forestalled them with an amused grin from beneath his bushy gray mustache. “A story for another time, David. Today, we’ve some business to see to, so we’d best keep our focus.”
