Chapter 5

Shane sat up under the stall’s water bucket, facing away from me, toking a joint.

Smoking. In my barn. My hands clenched and I leaned over the stall door. This was a guest, I had to be polite and not yell. “Mr. Lettig!”

He didn’t hear me, buzzing good enough not to pay attention.

“Mr. Lettig, put out that cigarette right now!”

He looked up finally, his eyes a little red, his face with that blurry ‘what the hell?’ expression on it.

I stepped inside the stall, letting the door slam back against the wall. “Get up and put out that joint!”