Not enough to make mistakes but enough to slow him down. Cullo had commented, not unkindly, expressing a genuine concern. Aaron had not been able to shake it. Billygoat sat down beside him as he started on his lunch. “Think it’ll rain? Looks like we got some clouds coming in.” Aaron grunted. It did not look like rain. Just clouds. “City could use a good washdown.” Aaron grunted again. “You ever notice the difference between men and dogs, Aaron? A dog comes to you begging, you give him the sorriest scrap, he’s properly grateful. A man comes to you desperate, you try to give him a hand, four times out of five he turns on you. Makes the whole damned thing your fault. On the whole, I think I like dogs better than I like men.” His piece spoken, Billygoat got up to go. “Wait,” Aaron said. “Sit down. You’re right. I’m sorry. I apologize.” Billygoat harumphed. “I reckon that means you got another problem to hit me with and be ungrateful about later.” “No! Look, I said I’m sorry.
