Last Call is a new feature. Every two weeks a new story, 300-500 words, usually taking place in a bar, pub, or nightclub. They're true enough but names have been changed to protect the innocent. And the not-so-innocent.
Kamloops, B.C. Cactus Jack’s.
The place is choked with six-foot cowboys wearing hats the size of Dobermans and belt buckles like satellite dishes. Pop-country blaring from the speakers. Wilson dragged me here. I don’t know why. A waitress in jean-shorts and a crop top walks past. I look at Wilson. The Beard nods. I get it.
