June came to the door of the cabin and called.
“What is it, honey?” Tolliver asked.
“He’s got my shoe. I want it.”
Pete looked at the brogan sticking out of Jake’s pocket. The big fellow forestalled a question.
“I’ll take it to her,” he said.
Houck strode to the house.
“So it’s yore shoe after all,” he grinned.
“Give it here,” June demanded.
“Say pretty please.”
She flashed to anger. “You’re the meanest man I ever did meet.”