A tall, lean man dressed in a white shirt and dark tie stepped from the vehicle. He had hooded eyes and a flat nose above a turkey gobbler neck. The lawyers that frequented the Tarrant County Courthouse called him “Lizard,” but not to his face. Leyton was the senior Fort Worth partner of a national law firm. He took one last drag on a Camel and crushed it under his boot, then entered the front door without knocking. “Morning, Ann,” he said. “Mr. Allison is waiting for you. Go right on in. I’ll bring your coffee with cream and sugar in just a minute.” “Thanks, darlin.’ If you ever get tired of working for old man Allison, you give me a call, you hear?” He opened the door to find Dwayne looking out a picture window at his quarter horses. “I heard that, you son of a bitch. Don’t you go trying to steal my secretary.” Dwayne smiled as he turned to shake Ace’s hand. “Take a look at Diablo out there. That one’s going to win me the All American Futurity at Ruidoso Downs this year.
