Death On the Range: Target Practice Mysteries 1
“I was the one who “planned” it, even if that was accidental. By the time we arrived, people were pretty tipsy. Empty beer cans lay on their sides like fallen soldiers. I had never enjoyed beer. There was a large pitcher of orange juice. I poured a glass and pulled a long sip before I realized that it was primarily vodka.
“Good gracious, no one light a match.”
Mary took a sniff of her own glass then handed it to me and instead swiped a bottle of water off the table.
“You don’t drink?”
She shrugged. “Sometimes. Maybe some wine with my family, but not much. I’m an easy puker.”
“Good choice, then.”
The room was mostly empty, with just the seven of us there. Owley and Tiger were at a table, quietly talking and drinking. Jess and Bruce shared another booth and were not even looking at each other while they took long drinks of their beers. Minx had a glass of the vodka with a hint of orange juice.
Minx waved her glass at us. “Glad you ladies could join the party you planned.
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