Chapter 4: What Do You Say?
“You used to work for Dunny Sting as a ranch hand a few years back, didn’t you?” I asked, still craving something stronger than the diet cola in front of me, half thinking I was insane for walking into his bar, unable to push away the desire to enjoy an alcoholic beverage.
“I wouldn’t call it work. It was more like a fling, which got me into a lot of trouble.”
“With Dunny’s brother, right?”
He poured himself a glass of iced water, took a sip, placed it on the bar in front of him, and said, “Dunny wanted me. He made it quite clear that he was into my body. I found him attractive and went with it. Why not?”
I knew the story of his past all too well, just as others had in West Stockton, and half the county. Dunny Sting, Benny’s younger brother, hired Tal for a
