The music reached out the wide double doors of the log building. In a swirling haze of smoke and beer, it extended a cheerful invitation to come on in and join the party. If the number of trucks crammed into the dirt parking lot was any indication, there were a lot of takers. Jake pulled the truck into place at the end of one crooked line. He shut off the motor and studied the poorly lit exterior. It hadn’t changed much since the last time he’d been here with his big brothers. The day Matt’s divorce was final, Jake remembered, after a little mental time travel. They’d climbed every cliff in sight, then gotten stinking drunk. Brutal but effective. Matt had felt so bad, it left him one way to go: up.
The people milling in and out the front door looked much the same as the clientele had then
