Chapter 19

Vaughn looked over with a start. “What in the Sam Hell?”

Randy frowned. “What is it about me that constantly has you questioning Sam’s afterlife placement?”

Vaughn squinted, as if trying to figure out how Randy had got there. “Huh?”

“Nothing.” Randy held up the bottle and replacement jug of antifreeze. “Gifts. For you.”

With a slow saunter, Vaughn walked past, dipping to retrieve his chastised tool. “I didn’t ask for that.”

Randy sniffed. Obviously the man had meantto say thanks. “I didn’t say you did. And I didn’t ask for you to come over and help me with my truck, but you did. Guess that makes us even.”

“Does it now?” Vaughn asked, retracing his steps to the vehicle.

“I’d say so.” Randy shook the yellow jug. “Antifreeze. Coolant. To replace what you put in mine. And whiskey to help compensate you for your time. I didn’t think you’d accept cash, but that could have been an error in calculation on my part. If you’d rather…”