Erikson nodded slowly. “I might do that. I just might.”
“Anytime,” Hazel said. She gave Erikson her big, Hazel smile. “Come on, horseman. Before you get into an argument with the government.”
“I’m not so sure about the ranch,” I demurred. “The White Pine county sheriff might still be taking an interest in me.”
“No, he won’t,” Erikson said. “Uncle Sammie may come up short on the cash, but his umbrella has no holes in it.”
“Now, isn’t that nice to know?” Hazel said to me sweetly. She tugged at my arm. “Come on. A girl has to have some privacy while she’s getting her lumps.”
Karl Erikson and I exchanged half-salutes, and Hazel and I walked back down the hospital corridor to the elevator.
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