@aquaxbenedicta (Boyd’s in the club)
“Boyd Crowder. S’I live an’ breathe.” Keller thumbs the lighter in his hand and offers his old associate a smile, nods at the nearest waitress to bring drinks. whiskey, of course. What else’d a Kentucky man want? It’s not like Keller has moonshine. Hegestures for the other to sit. “Ain’t you a sight.”












