“Take your wife.
Take your two little daughters.
Take your old car.”
“Pack your furniture into a rental truck before five o’clock this afternoon.”
“And drive across the state line to Wyoming.”
Carter tapped the glass with his heavy gold signet ring:
*TACK.
*
“Because if your face appears within forty miles of the Denver financial district on Monday morning…”
He leaned in until his cold eyes filled my entire rear-view mirror:
“…I will ensure that your name is entered into the national banking blacklist as a suspected corporate saboteur.”
“You will not be able to open a checking account in this country.”
“You will not be able to lease a trailer in an oil field.”
“And your daughters… will spend their childhood learning what their father’s pride tastes like when the pantry is empty.”
