“What can I get for you?”
Crash ordered a beer while Amber looked for the bar to see if she could see the tap and tell what they had.
“I’ll take a Bud Light, and a glass of water if you don’t mind.”
Bud Light“Not at all.” The waitress left, stopping a couple times before going to the bar where a young woman, probably a little younger than Amber’s twenty-nine, bustled around filling orders and taking care of the people sitting at the bar.
“That’s Krissi. She’s Ruger’s ol’ lady.”
“Which one’s Ruger?” Amber saw several faces she recognized. They’d come in a few times to visit Crash while he’d been under her care, but it had been next to impossible for her to keep their odd names straight. She wanted to ask who let themselves be named after a gun company, but it wasn’t the right place or
