Faulkner “Dude” Cooper stared stonily at the woman behind the counter at the gas station. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and was paying for the gas he’d just put in his car, as well as a coffee and six pack of doughnuts. Hell, breakfast of champions it wasn’t, but he’d just run ten miles and lifted weights for half an hour. Six measly doughnuts wasn’t going to hurt him. He’d pulled his wallet out of his pocket and reached in to pull out a twenty dollar bill. Dude hadn’t thought about his hand, he’d gotten used to working around the missing parts of his fingers.
He looked up just in time to see the woman looking at his hand in horror. Dude sighed and held out the bill impatiently, waiting for her to take it.
He should be used to the reactions his hand got, and for the most part he was
