Epilogue
“Last call,” Jupiter said loudly, and watched as the few stragglers that were left quickly finished their drinks and got up to leave. As soon as they were out, he unplugged the jukebox, and then began digging in his pocket for the keys to lock the door—when suddenly it opened.
“Sorry, but we’re—” His words faded when he saw a handsome young man that reduced his last word to no more than a whisper. “—closed.”
As the young man stood there, Jupiter’s eyes raked frankly over his body, starting with his legs, and moved upward. His shorts were cut-off jeans, very faded and ragged. He wore only a Western-style vest on his upper body, no shirt or jacket, and the muscles in his legs were noticeable as they rose up out of his black Western-type boots. Jupiter could tell that the kid w
