He licked his lips,smiled at my embarrassment and said, "I work as a bouncer at the StaggerInn. We have good country music and dancing. If one or both...of you sweetthings want to come on over some weekend, I'll let you in for free andyou can honor me with a dance. Just ask for Billy Bob." He smiled,tipped his hat, got back in his truck and drove off with a wave.When we arrived home, we found Carol and her red Mustang convertiblegone. Barbara had me help her carry some bags into the house. We. We passengers sat in overstuffed chairs and sipped coffee or tea as our journey progressed. There was a carpet on the floor, but it did not hang over the edge.I had my Winchester along with me for no special reason except that it seemed like a good idea to take it along on such a trip of nearly 300 miles in each direction. Sir Jorst approved of my idea, so that was the end of the discussion. Anslee felt that this was men's business, and she stayed out of it, though she did smile when she saw me. I felt really awkward being alone with him in the house, so I decided to go to bed. I walked down the hall to Brittanys familiar bedroom and climbed into her nice, warm bed. I drifted off to sleep quickly. I was soon awaken by my extreme hunger. I hadnt had dinner, and was quickly re-thinking Erics offer for food. I climbed out of bed and went to the kitchen to grab a snack. On the way to the kitchen, I looked out the back door. I saw Eric sitting in the hot tub, his eyes were closed and his. There were no records but the clerk told me a lot of history on this ole boy that Pinky failed to mention. I found out that she knew most of the reserve and specials from way back when the sheriff had appointed them. Some were strictly used to guard his deals and property up in the mountains somewhere north of here. The only way the other county would let them be armed was because of their association with this department. This was getting more interesting by the moment.I went back to my office.