After Hours

Frank Ross is back on the road, holed up in a taverna somewhere on the Texas panhandle. He's hoping to evade a John Law who picked up on him while he was riding through a small town. Frank pulled into the taverna's back parking lot, out of sight and out of mind - except he wasn't. He didn't even have time for a pull on his Lone Star before the Sheriff walked in that same back door. It's all good, though. The Sheriff departs, satisfied Frank might be one of the good ones.

When the bartender flips Frank the keys to her house after telling him she's in trouble, he does a double take but he accepts his good fortune. Little did he know that the good fortune would turn into more drugs and money tempered by a black Labrador named Mollie who likes tennis balls but doesn't fetch.

That's all right with Frank, though. He's too busy trying to get the bartender off the hook for the drugs and the cash she's witnessed her boss and the sheriff stashing in the woman's office. Once Frank gets settled in, he's bound for more trouble than he can handle, but it's not the first time he's dealt with cartel cash and drugs. He's going to need every bit of that experience to keep them all out of trouble, even if he does end up in jail for his trouble.