H&M Ch 1 A Job Well Done

Hardcastle glanced over at McCormick as the commercial began. He'd been wondering about the absence of comments about the movie, usually the kid had at least a few things to say about the Duke's adventures. He was surprised to see Mccormick's head tipped to the side and see his eyes closed.

Hardcastle shook his head. "No stamina," he groused to himself shaking his head. But, at the same time he was complaining, he was forced to admit to a certain amount of relief that the kid was okay. "If he gets hurt on my watch, it'll be too much paperwork," he forced the words to form in his brain, to cover up the other, more honest feelings, "it was a close one today when the kid had to not only drive that truck, but dodge bullets and fight off the hood who climbed into the cab." And the kid had done pretty good, heck, he had done great! Better than Milt could have ever expected. He'd punched out the hood and brought the truck to a safe stop. They had nailed Frank Kelly, the loan shark who had escaped arrest, once and for all. Milt smiled, contented in a great week's work.

After the movie was over, he woke up McCormick, who gladly headed over to the Gatehouse.