The last night of operations in Lubbock slowly wound to a close at eleven, and his impatience grew by the minute. At long last, he was able to shut down his station, arranging things so that loading up the following morning would be seamless.
Especially since I'm about to be short one helper...
The sensation of being watched caused him to swivel his head, and he realized Toby was standing off to his left side.
"This is it for here, right? We move to the next town?" the kid asked.
"Yeah. We'll be on the road by eight in the morning."
"So, what do we do in the meantime?"
It was all he could do to keep a predatory gleam out of his eyes as he gazed at Toby and said, "You like drinking games?"
Toby grinned at him, oblivious to his impending fate.
"Yeah, Pops. I like drinking games. Let'
