Chapter 3
Roane climbed off the flatcar and headed toward his temporary home. What would he do this first weekend? Most of the guys had big plans: girls to see, families to visit, parties back home or in the closest large town, Farmington, New Mexico. So far he didn’t feel enough like part of the group to wrangle an invitation to join any of them. Anyway, he’d done plenty of drinking and partying last year—the whole two semesters. It had put him in this fix. So why come ass-dragging back on Sunday night hungover and dog-sick and have to get back to work on Monday? This was enough of a challenge without feeling like s**t adding to the danger and pressures.
That mix-up today had been too fuckin’ close. Not that Roane had become fond of Jack. The Navajo had not gone one extra step to make R
