"Well," says Henry, setting his glass down. "I think it's about time I take my leave, gentleman."

He stands up, straightening his vest as he does so. He offers a smirk to Jay, but there's something in his eyes. Something along the lines of 'Tread carefully, son.'

After Henry has left them, Samuel sits quiet for a spell, sipping thoughtfully at his bourbon.

"Movin' cattle is hard work," he agrees softly, turning his glass absently in his hand. "But I'm beginning to wonder.

"You gonna tell me what it is you really do for a living, Jay?"