Then something else occurred to me. “How can I take a piss with my hands tied behind my back?”
“Untie him so he can piss. Then tie him back up again.”
I made quick work of pissing. On my way back to the fire, Jeffers handed me a plate of warm frijoles. I didn’t complain as I hadn’t thought we would be fed anything. At first, I didn't even notice that my guard neglected to tie my hands back up.
“Ain’t never seen Lyle like this. That fella of yours has got him right spooked,” Jeffers said, escorting me back to the fire.
“Frank Kilhoe spooks me and he’s a friend of mine. You know what’s good for you, you’ll make your way out of here before it’s too late.”
“A bluff.”
“Nope.”
“Lyle’s nothing to sneeze at, neither. He’s a survivor, that one.”
“He was,” I said, sitting down.
“If what you
