"Y'all open?"
I finished taking the lug off the wheel and looked over at the salvage yard gate where a tall, awkwardly lanky man stood. He tugged his old frayed Army field jacket a little straighter. It was faded to the point of almost turning grey. "Yeah. What can I do for you?"
He rubbed the grey-shot stubble along his jaw. "I'm wonderin' if you could let me pick and pull some parts. A guy I know restores cars, and he'll pay me to hunt some stuff down for him. I pay ya for the parts; he pays me for parts and time."
"Not a lot of money in that."
"It's enough. I got my VA disability, and this just gets me a little extra beer money under the table." He pulled a couple of tattered pieces of loose-leaf paper covered with scrawled lists of parts from a jacket pocket.
"Come on in. I have t
