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she mistreated her children. Poor young Robert had taken to sleeping in the canyons of Coyote Buttes where Ford knew Madison used to sleep. Shit, being raised within the smoke- and booze-infused walls of the Bum Steer would’ve been better for the boy than that. Ford had even talked to Cropper about patching Robert in as a Prospect. Ford had an old white Dyna that Robert could go on a putt with.
    No, Ford was fit to bust with pride at Madison’s achievements. She was getting out. He was only sad he wouldn’t see her much anymore, if at all. Flagstaff was only an hour north of Pure and Easy with some nice canyon carving in between, but what would Ford do, bring his thuggish element into her orderly nurse’s life? She’d be dating a bunch of guys named Brandon and Tyler, a bunch of doctoral candidates. How could he measure up to that?
    “What will you do?” Madison asked.
    Ford had to pause. He’d never really thought about that. “Life goes on, I guess. I’m eighteen and I don’t want to live with my daddy anymore. So I guess when you split I’ll split too.”
    Madison shoved him affectionately. “Yeah, but split where ?”
    Ford shoved her back. “Well, who’s going to run the new trucking company?” There was an old army airfield out of Pure and Easy up toward Mescal Mountain. The flat mesa, the hangars, and the seclusion made it ideal for Illuminati Trucking. They were also going to rent out excavators, flatbeds, and loaders to heavy construction companies to take the attention off their trucking activity.
    Madison raised her eyebrows. “ You are? How awesome for you, Ford! You’re totally going to lean right?”
    “Well, not absolutely, of course.” One of the many things Ford loved about Madison Shellmound was that she didn’t frown upon the lifestyle.
    He’d only taken Madison by the Bum Steer once, though. She had unfortunately been wearing her Dr. Martens boots, jean cut-offs, and that infernal push-up bra under a practically transparent wifebeater T-shirt. Riker had staggered out of the back rooms with his fly open, a clear plastic enlarging pump hanging from his dick.
    Riker’s eyes had practically turned to giant whirlpools, steam had almost come out his ears, and he may as well have been saying “a-ooga!” when he got an eyeful of Madison. Ford had whisked her out of there quicker than you could say “cock and ball torture.” For the first time in his life he’d actually been a bit ashamed of his club, and he could have kicked himself for that. Madison never said anything against it. It was all his own shame.
    “Of course,” Madison agreed now. “I can’t see you absolutely getting out of the lifestyle. It’s you , Ford. Like you always say. You love the man, you learn to love the club.”
    What? Why was Madison saying that? Ford was confused. She couldn’t possibly be saying she loved him . She must be talking about Cropper and Ingrid, although their relationship was more skulls and daggers than hearts and flowers.
    So he did what he usually did when confused. He treated it as a joke.
    He kicked up water and even leaned forward to scoop up handfuls to toss at Madison. He wanted to soak her bra again so he could see the outline of her areoles through the white cotton.
    “You asshole!” she shrieked, and splashed him back.
    Madison wound up leaping back into the water to get away from him. She furiously did the crawl to the deep end of the pool, but Ford followed. He was by far more athletic than her and he’d caught up to her by the time she was attempting to climb out, fisting both rails of the ladder.
    It happened spontaneously, and it was something he’d never regret. Without forethought, he covered her back with his torso. He pinned her squirming body to the steps with the force of his pelvis. He got a toehold in the cement and fully rubbed the length of his erection against her pliant ass.
    There was no mistaking what he was doing. There was no joking, no getting out of it