CHAPTER NINE
Cruze and I spent two nights camping in a teepee on the back side of his friend’s hundred acre property. There were several others sleeping with us, and that had me pissed.
“I have something I need to show you,” I finally announced to him when things started to get amorous in the teepee. I didn’t feel like making my revelation to Cruiser a community affair, and taking his hand, I pulled him outside.
The night was warm, one filled with moonlight and stars in one of those miraculous canopies that mesmerize the eyes. “I think I’d rather sleep out here,” I said, gazing upward.
“What’s this I have to see?” he asked.
I shivered nervously, but I couldn’t wait any longer for this confession, the impression would be lost if he didn’t see the marks of J.T.’s whip before they fad
