Chapter 26
“No, of course not.” Ollie began unloading the food onto the countertop. “It’s none of my business.”
“Look. You can walk and I can’t. It’s not going to change anything if you tiptoe around pretending I’m not in a wheelchair.” Sam sniffed the air. “Jesus. That smells good.”
“It’s the barbecue sauce I make for the meat loaf. Yum!” Ollie set out a plate, napkin, and cutlery. “So what happened?”
“Tennessee Walker.”
“Beg your pardon?”
“A horse is what happened. A horse on a trail ride that got spooked when we went through a picnic area of a park and a little poodle ran for him.” Sam laughed. “I still remember its owner calling it back. The damn thing’s name was Killer! Doesn’t that beat all?”
“In here or in the dining room?” Ollie asked, picturing a poodle named Killer.