Do you feel that way about serrated kitchen knives, too?"
Andrea shook her head. "No. I guess I don't. How long have you been carrying
a knife?"
"Since I worked on a ranch when I was a kid. This knife or one much like it.
Back then oil came in cans and beer cans didn't have pull-tabs. I had to be able
to dig things out from under horseshoes, pound wire staples back into fence
posts, and cut rope and leather. Got a wild dog with it once when he came at me
by the barn, and I got to where I could throw it and nail rats in the feed bin."
Making an 'eeewww' face, Andrea handed the open knife back to him as Mandi
laughed and Andrea asked, "I trust you clean it really well now and then?"
Nodding with a grin, Cade said, "Yup, sure do," and put the knife away.
Mandi was poking buttons on the watch, setting the time and date. She looked
up at the alarm clock, then pushed a button a few more times.
"Done," she pronounced. "Only time will tell if it'll still tell time. I
need to get moving, people. Cade, I'll turn you over to Andrea now and drop in
on you next weekend if I can't find time during the week.
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