Chapter 8

Winston had a sidearm in a holster, and they called out as they got closer.

Mr. Lee showed himself from around the old garage. “Who’s there?” He held his handgun.

“Mr. Lee, it’s the Porters from next door. We brought you a basket.” Winston held it up. “We want to be neighborly. That’s all.” He offered it as Mr. Lee lifted his shirt and holstered his gun. He stared at them, not taking the basket.

From behind, Travis walked up and said, “Wow, that’s awful nice of you to do that. I’m sure you don’t have much to share.” He came around, accepted the basket, and shook all their hands. He wore a gentle and friendly smile, showing his teeth. He had shaved and looked young.

Damn, he was sexy. His blue jeans were worn, and his white button shirt was open. The first few top buttons showed a totally smooth chest, which further excited Winston.

Travis asked, “Would you all like to come in?”

Winston hesitated and said, “No, no, thank you. I’m sure you’re busy.”