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“You've got two choices, Del Mar - either you put on some weight on your scrawny ass within the next hour, or you go and get a goddamn belt! Just spare me the view of your underwear! You work in a diner for Christ sake!”
A door slam seconds later told Ennis his boss meant business, sending him searching the streets for the missing piece 'round his pants.
A sign caught his eyes. Find your inner cowboy. Hats, boots, leather chaps and other items in the shop window told passing people just how they could lure the guy out of hiding.
“The hell, Del Mar? That a horse!?”
Truth to be told, it wasn't only the shiny horse belt buckle he'd found to his liking in the shop.