Chapter 26
Two days after Christmas, George and Harry packed their families back into the caravan and headed back to Denver. My older brother Ford has a house in Ogallala, only about ten minutes up the road from my mom and dad’s, but he had received a ranting phone call from his wife on Christmas, and another from her attorney the day after, so he was hiding out at my parents’ house, too. I hadn’t spent more than two or three days around any of my brothers since I’d left home at seventeen, and as the days blurred into weeks, it was hard to remember that we were grown men with our own lives as we fell into old patterns.
I was spending most of my time helping out around the store, as we had all done through high school. Although, to be honest, my helping out around the feed store looked a
