J.J. took a stool on the opposite end of the bar and waited patiently for Sissy to make her way back from the customers at the table watching the game.
Rounding the corner of the bar, she smiled at J.J. He didn’t come in often, and when he did, he had one or two beers, told her a joke, and left a good tip.
“How are you?” she asked.
“Fine. On my return trip from the airport. Dropped off Carli’s work partner. With no one out at the Preserve, thought I would stop in and see how things were going at the Rockin’ R.”
“Great. What can I get you?”
“Just a draft,” he said and set a ten-dollar bill on the bar.
“Things must be pretty quiet out at the lodge if the cabins are empty, huh?” She set the pint in front of him and left the money where it was.
“You would think so, but there has been mo
