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- About the Author
Sean had never been in a bar, but he found the one in Fresno to be a place where he fit in. He never drank enough to become drunk, but the way he was left alone to sit in peace with his friends was just what he needed, or so he told himself. It was on one of these occasions that his co-workers told him he was in the wrong business.
What are you talking about? Sean frowned at them. He had been something of a mystery to them, but one night theyd coaxed his age out of him and realized he was just a kid with a chip on his shoulder. They grinned in his direction as they answered.
Do you think we would be out picking crops if we were your size? Look at that guy at the end of the bar. Youre bigger than he is, yet youre out there sweating in the sun with us.
And probably getting paid a whole lot less for your effort, another man contributed, and the group roared with laughter. Sean didnt laugh; he was already moving down the long counter toward the end of the bar.
Whatll it be? The bartender spoke without preamble.
A job, Sean flicked his head in the direction of the strong-arm. Any chance youre thinking of a change?
The bartender was quick on the upswing, his eyes taking in the breadth of Seans chest. He only smiled and shook his head no.
I like Bear. Hes not very bright, but hes reliable. Sean frowned and the man went on. Ill tell you what Ill do, though. My brother owns a place in Selma, bigger than this, with a stage and girls and all. How old are you?
Old enough, was Seans answer, and the smaller man behind the counter didnt press him.
Im sure youll do. Head south a bit, downtown Selma. The place is called Bucks. Ask for either Buck, thats my brother, or his partner, Sal. Theyll do right by you.
Seans co-workers were ecstatic when he relayed the conversation, and for once Seans face was not void of expression. He stayed long in the bar that night, laughing and talking with his friends in a kind of farewell celebration. Leaving just a few hours before dawn to return to the shabbiest hotel in town, he packed his few things and lay on the bed waiting for the sun to rise. When it did, Sean was up, shaved, and waiting for the stage that would yet again take him south.