Henry
I walked in the opposite direction and headed to check on the ranch hands. The guys were rounding up the steer and separating them by age, weight, size, etc. Manny, one of the hands, was sitting on the edge of a fence.
“Hey Manny,” I said, a little exasperated. “What’s the latest?”
“Everything’s good,” he reported. “We didn’t lose a single head of cattle on the last drive. What’s up with you?”
“Oh, I just brought my grandma back from the lawyer’s office,” I explained.
“No, seriously, bro,” said Manny. “You can tell me. What’s troubling you? I can sense something’s wrong with you.”
“Really? How?”
“First off, you have a terrible poker face,” he explained. “Second, you didn’t even ask me any follow up questions like you normally do. So, what’s on your mind?”
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