I nodded and kept walking. Fallon’s group at the plastic round table had doubled in the past few days. Edith and Lilith were sitting there. I smiled at them as I took a seat, glancing nervously at Cindy who sat next to two other women. Sarah and Meghan, if I remembered their names right. Meghan was a tanned blond bombshell from down in Florida and Sarah was her complete opposite. A country classic beauty from Chism Pack outside Nashville.
They both seemed at ease with Fallon and Edith and Cindy even though I hadn’t seen them hang out before, but I was the one without money or a large territory at this table. So maybe I was the only one who was awkwardly nervous.
“See anything good out there?” Fallon asked.
I swallowed another gulp of water, stalling, as a dangerous howl filled the tent
