“She couldn’t convince them that she was used to doing things on her own, and they insisted they were going to the Ugly Stick anyway. Right. Two nights in a row. They didn’t strike her as big partiers. Her truck might not be the newest, cleanest, best truck on the road. It coughed black smoke and the engine was sluggish when it started, but it was hers. She didn’t have much left from her life growing up as the daughter of a ranch foreman. When her father had died of cancer four years ago, he’d u...sed up all his savings on doctors’ bills. All he’d had to leave her was the old truck. “Since you’re going to be early at the Ugly Stick, could we swing by the grocery store? I need razors and shaving cream,” Trent said. “Anything you need, Lucky?” She needed shampoo and something besides the harsh soaps the men used, but she refused to ask. It would be one more thing she’d need to pay back. At this point she was quickly becoming an indentured servant with the IOUs she was racking up.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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