Shade — Steven Linder

Patterson tapped a finger on the table as if to punctuate his thoughts. A forced smile settled over his face.You're right, plain talk is best. This here's a simple matter, and even an educated man like yourself should understand. We want you to leave town. Now. Tonight. Go somewhere far away, find a patch of shade and put your feet up. If you're smart, that's just what you'll do. And I hate to think what might happen, Mr. Early, if you're not smart.