He'd been surprised to realize that they weren't heading to San Angelo as expected.
Once the caravan stopped, he'd gone to the foreman's tiny trailer that served as a traveling command center for the group, where his suspicions were confirmed. Rather than make their annual loop from Lubbock to San Angelo then heading northeast up through the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex, the owner's nephew, who had cajoled his way into senior management, had revamped the rest of the summer and fall schedule at pretty much the last minute.
"He called me right after we left Lubbock. Can you believe that? I had to scramble to turn half the guys around and get them heading this direction instead. So now," Jake complained bitterly, "I get to babysit all you guys from here to Fort Stockton to freaking El Paso,
