"This fine is gonna hurt," McCormick said while raising his head from his hand.
"Eighty-five in a thirty-five zone. Darn tootin'."
"I'll have to get a part-time job."
Hardcastle looked at the young man sitting dejectedly on the driver's side door of the Coyote. "Nah. There's plenty more work at the estate. You're sure you're okay, though? Heard you got spun around good when those brakes failed."
Mark smiled at the older man. "It warms my heart that you worry so much for me, Judge."
"Ah, that's not it. Gotta make sure you're in one piece for the back forty."