Chapter 2
I did half day Saturday runs on my own. If a holiday was on the calendar, like Veteran’s Day, coming up in nine days, the shift was much longer, to make up for the one we’d take off earlier in the week. On the way home November 2, two days after Pops and I had doled out over sixty full-size Hershey Bars to trick or treaters, and I’d crunched my first Christmas candy cane, I found myself slowing down at Keller’s Horse Farm’s split rail fence again, not for a trash pick-up, but solely for the view.
Mickey was flat out on his back in the packed dirt driveway off to one side of the stables. All I could see of him was legs and work boots—a bulge in denim, legs and boots. His upper half was hidden under a light blue pickup from another decade. The way Mickey’s feet swept toward each
