Chapter 36: What Are You Doing Here?“Come on, Cowboy, let’s go home.”
Jackson Ledbetter was suddenly standing there, pulling on my arm, trying to get me to my feet.
He’d appeared from out of nowhere, silent as a ghost, his face full of quiet disapproval.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice slurred.
“Oh, you know,” he said in a long-suffering tone of voice.
“How did you know where I was?”
“Like you’ve never done this before, Cantrell. Honest to Christ!”
“I’m talking to my boy!”
“Wiley, please. Before the police come. Last time they almost arrested you. This is posted property, you know. For once in your goddamn life, could you please not be such a f*****g ass?”
“I was talking to my boy!”
“I know you were. Now come on.”
“I told him to take his tombstone and take his caske
