“And this is Bruce, my foreman,” Matt said, finishing the introductions.
Martin felt a strong, calloused hand take his.
“Pleased to finally meet you.”
Bruce’s handshake was firm but not crushing. Martin could tell a lot from how a man shook hands, and he decided he liked Bruce. “Pleased to meet you, too. Matt’s told us a lot about you.”
“The old bastard never did know when to shut up,” Nance said, laughing. She followed that up with a hacking cough.
“Hear that, Martin?” Matt asked him.
Martin nodded.
“She gets that from smoking forty cigarettes a day. The woman’s a bloody chimney.”
“Ah, rack off, ya old sod.”
“I’m five years younger than you, ya fat ole chook.”
Colin and Martin laughed as the playful banter continued.
“Don’t suppose you left us anything to eat, did ya? Or we
