Spencer had no idea how he’d run Bone Lickers without Carter, and he was in no hurry to find out. Carter certainly made it a point to flit through life, skipping from man to man like some insatiable butterfly, and he had a new Life’s Ambition—not to mention hair color—about every two weeks, but he was immovable in his devotion to Spencer. There was no task he would not willingly perform at Spencer’s behest. “Hey, I’m always down to help a buddy out,” he often said, master of the lascivious wink.
Carter was short, and he was skinny—”I’m diminutive, thank you very much, and it drives men wild”—but he was deceptively strong. He had no qualms about lugging heavy pans of meat, or about dragging the trailer across the yard; he was as good on the grill as he was with the customers. Spencer didn’
