WE ARRIVED AT the clubhouse around eleven. Not many of the guys where there, but I was able to introduce her to Dodger, Tail, Dover, and Old Man Hoss, who practically lived there. They were watching baseball in the rec room when we arrived. As we stepped inside, I noticed the usual banter going on between them. Mostly between Hoss and Dodger, who were always giving each other s**t. All in good fun, of course.
“Damn, where in the world did he find you?” Hoss asked, staring at Chuck in appreciation. “And, even more importantly, do you have any sisters?”
I had to admit, she looked foxy as usual. Today she had on tight jeans and a white halter top under the leather jacket I’d loaned her for riding.
“New York,” she said, blushing. “And no. I don’t.”
“Sisters? You mean grandmothers,” Dodger
