I couldn’t see his eyes behind his shades. Skinhead Girl was glaring at me. I’d obviously stepped into her territory. I bulled ahead, trying to keep my edge. “Here’s the deal. I saved up a lot of money in Texas and I’ve been looking at twenty acres in the East Mountains. It’s three miles off the main road and I have enough for a down payment. I’d like to put my vision to work but to do that, I need help. So I’m looking for investors.” His expression hardened slightly. I guessed he had a problem with pushy women. Good thing Sage wasn’t here. I eased up just a bit. “Or, alternatively, I’d be an investor in a plan like that. I’m really tired of a bunch of whiny do-nothing poor excuses for the white race. I want to work with white men who aren’t afraid to act like men and white women who aren’t afraid to act like women. I’m ready for the next step.” I carefully folded my arms over my chest and looked up at him expectantly. He studied me. The guy in the shades shifted his weight again.
