But, Marcie had reminded herself, I don’t know the weight of anyone else’s burdens—only my own. She didn’t judge. She didn’t feel smart or strong enough to judge.

“This cook, Preacher? He's unbelievable. I had some of his venison chili when I …”

“A little while later Jack walked into the kitchen at the bar and saw Preacher s…”

“Maybe we’ll admit this thing we have is perfect, not worth messing around with.…”

“But what if you don’t like Chico?” she asked him, her brow furrowed. “Will you …”