Wynn didn’t want Cooke to think he was tired. He did want his affirmation that they should finish for the day.
Cooke looked at his watch like a man searching time for answers. It was 1540. “That was tough in there with the family, wasn’t it, Sir?”
Wynn didn’t expect that question. Maybe he had accrued respect by sitting down with the family. He nodded, and looked away. Maybe if he didn’t talk about it he wouldn’t think about it too much.
A small battery-powered radio played music inside Cooke’s truck. Wynn didn’t recognize the female artist. Cooke reached over and turned the radio volume down, then he stepped out of the truck and walked with Wynn a few feet away. When they stopped, they looked at each other, both assessing.
“We’d planned to do the market. I say we do it. Been a week at
