“She can barely play the piano any more, her arthritis is getting so bad.”“Shame,” Bud said, glancing over at the way his daughter said, legs ...kimbo. “She loves dance and she loves you guys.”“Yeah. We probably don’t acknowledge her enough,” Belle said, looking out the window. “Hey dad! Do we have time for a freestyle?”“Hope you’re talking about a pick,” he grinned. “Yeah, maybe a quick one. Why?”“See for yourself, you dirty old man,” Belle said with a playful smack of his arm. Bud looked to his. .. before CBS ... Stratocaster. A complete Carvin PA ... and every cymbal in the store.“Johnny ... where do you get this stuff?”He simply pointed north ... the reservation is north.“They get loaded, get a wild hair, buy stuff, realize they have to WORK at it, and sell it to me. I get it cheaper than wholesale and they get more than Billings or Hardin will pay. I’m happy, they’re happy and I know they’ll be bringing in the Winchesters after allotment.“Why didn’t you buy Tommy some drums?”“I have. "Thought you didn't like my little tits," she told him."Well, they're better than nothing!" he retorted.They drove for several hours, most of it in silence. By the road signs, Cat figured they'd reach Reno sometime early evening, which meant she was due to give him another blowjob sometime the next morning. As such, she had enough time to perhaps catch a few winks before then."Mind if I get some sleep?" she asked looking back into the cab where his sleeper was."Go ahead," he told her.Cat. ‘You’ll see her again, Kaylee. I promise.’ ‘You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, Gabe.’ She looked down, picking up the brush and playing with it as she did. ‘Hey,’ he said, reaching out and covering her hand with his. ‘I never make promises I can’t keep. I have a good feeling about this. I know we’ll find her, and alive. It’s just a matter of time.’ ‘I can’t help but think what she’s going through, and that other girl, the one he took last night. What are they going through? What are.