"What would you do?"
"Find who really shot your pop and get him."
"I never thought of that," Dan admitted.
"Let's talk about it over a good meal. That sound all right?"
"Great but—I'm down to corn meal mush."
"Tonight we'll have something else," Jeff decided. "I was just going in to Smithville to buy grub. Do you like pork chops?"
"Oh, boy!" Dan licked his lips. "But why should you buy me anything?"
"If we're partners," Jeff said firmly, "we share and share alike. You can understand that. We're already sharing the cabin."
Confidence and hope warmed Dan's eyes. He smiled, and Jeff reflected that that was the way he should always look.
"Uh—Jeff."