<div style="text-align: center">《Jeb》<br/>
Location: Dryden – <i>The Pot &amp; Kettle</i><br/>
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</div>Jeb eyed her as she let out the vitriol she was feeling about Hale. He wasn't there, so he had no opinion on what the man should or shouldn't have done. Still, kicking thirty-some people out seemed harsh, even for these conditions.<br/><br/>He accepted his blunt back and sipped from its end as they talked. "Yeah, no kidding. With Kennedy and Josh yapping a storm behind me I was surprised we hadn't rustled up a whole herd of rotters on our way over. He shrugged and took another pull from his joint. "Some people talk when they're nervous, I guess."<br/><br/>Jeb's scarred face widened into a grin. "Oh, hell no, girl. We're not taking that one out<i>today</i>," he emphasized. "He's greener than a forth grade booger and softer besides. No, let's get him settled down a bit before we try to put a weapon in those debutante hands." Scoffing good naturedly, he leaned back in the booth reached for the coffee, spilling a bit as he lifted it to his lips.<br/><br/>A couple of swallows later he set it back down and looked out the window. "Naw, this day's shot for hunting. Besides, we gotta get ourselves down to make sure no deer have nibbled away the season's first crop." He slid a side-long gaze at her. "Hey, I been meaning to ask you. Did you have something to do with that pot bust getting lost in the company mail? Or was that just coincidence we didn't get hauled in?"