Rance parked in front of Everglades, the only place in the small community that passed for a bar. However, looking at the dilapidated building, he still possessed his doubts about that. The building looked more like a piecemeal shack thrown together after a hurricane than an actual structure built on purpose. With his luck, Rance would walk inside and the whole place would give up the ghost and come crashing down around him. I really hope this place at least has decent whiskey. The way his week was going so far, he desperately needed a strong drink. He should have bought a bottle for his room, but hadn’t thought he would be here this long.
Opening his door, he slid out of his car, shoving the keys into his pocket, and took a deep breath of the stifling late-afternoon air. As he turned to
