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mother’s going to kill me.”
    “She said not to call your parents.”
    “Because they’re headed for Mexico in the morning,” Rich said. “Bet that’s why Becca doesn’t want to call them. So my mother can kill me when she gets back. She expects me to look out for my sister.”
    “Don’t worry about it,” Denny said. “I feel responsible—she was with me. I told her I was going to let you know what’s going on and bring her some clothes and she said okay. She’s expecting me to come back for her and I want to.”
    “And then?” Rich said.
    Denny shrugged. “I’ll get her comfortable in my room over the garage and wait on her hand and foot while you guys hunt.” He clapped a hand on Rich’s shoulder. “No offense, buddy, but she doesn’t want you to take care of her.”
    “My mother’s going to kill me,” he said again.
    “Becca’ll be okay. She’s gonna get a splint that’s almost like a cast.”
    Jack brought a wrapped sandwich out of the kitchen and put it on the bar. “Here you go, Denny.” Then he looked at the three young hunters. “Serve you boys up something?”
    “Starting with a cold draft,” Dirk said.
    “Tall and cold,” Rich seconded.
    “By all means,” Troy said.
    “Sorry about the inconvenience, guys,” Denny said. “Jack, you’re okay with the boys using the boat and decoys, right? And put whatever they need on my tab—they’re my guests, even if I’m not the best host.”
    “I’ll take care of your boys,” Jack said. “Been a while since Preach and I took advantage of a bunch of greenhorns at poker. I can help out there. Hope you guys brought some money.”
    “Yeah, that’s what you think, gunny,” Dirk said. “I’m going to take your money, and I’ll hunt tomorrow, but I’m not getting up at four. There weren’t any more ducks at dawn than there were at noon.”
    “I second that,” Rich said.
    Denny picked up his sandwich. “I should get back to Valley Hospital. Who knows? Maybe they’ll let her out sooner.”
    “Go for it,” Jack said. “Tell her we all hope she’s doing all right.”
    “Thanks.” He headed out of the bar.
    He was barely down the steps when he heard, “Denny.” He turned around to find Troy standing on the porch. “Total accident?” Troy asked him.
    “Yeah, what else?”
    “You said you felt responsible. And you haven’t been real happy about her being here,” he said.
    “Look, it really threw me off, all right, her being here. And I tried to stop her, warn her, before she jumped out of the truck—we were stopped on a raised road by a muddy field and she fell…”
    “You were stopped?” Troy asked.
    “Talking. That’s all. We had some things to get straight so we could enjoy the rest of the week. You know I’d never let anything happen to her if I could prevent it.”
    “I’ve never known you to be mean to a woman.”
    “No, you never have and you never will. Really, I should get going…”
    “Were you telling the truth when you said she wants you back at the hospital?” Troy asked.
    Denny stiffened. “She said I didn’t have to. She said she didn’t need anyone to be there, but I said I wanted to.”
    “Listen,” Troy said, stepping closer to the edge of the porch. “You gotta be careful with her. I get the idea you have issues with the ex-girlfriend. You get real pissed off around her and that’s not going to work.”
    “Are you giving me advice about how to treat my—” He stopped and cleared his throat. “Hey, I feel bad enough that she fell without you telling me how to act.”
    Troy frowned at him. “You should work this out, Denny. Without the drama. Without all the attitude.”
    The fact that Troy was absolutely right didn’t go down easy. “Maybe I’ll get you to script that out for me later, since you’re such an expert.”
    Troy touched his cap. “Give Becca my best. Tell her if there’s anything I can do, just let me know.”
    “You bet,” Denny said. And he thought,