Outside, Lacy waited several minutes for Travis to appear. Still inside, she assumed, he’d gone to the men’s room. A few minutes too long, she was more annoyed than ever. But knowing that she had nothing to say to the brutish and inconsiderate foreman, she started out on her own toward the truck. He’d catch up with her.
“Where the hell are you going!” she heard Travis holler to her when she was nearly out of sight of the tavern.
“To the truck,” she shouted back and resumed her hike.
“Oh, no you don’t. You get the hell back here,” he hollered again. “We’re waiting for Chris.”
Lacy ignored him. If he wanted to play his control games, that was fine, but she wasn’t planning to be controlled.
Seconds later however, a panting Travis caught up with her, and grabbed for her arm.
