Reno frowned hard at the woman when she plucked his cigarette out. First no booze, now no nicotine? Was she trying to kill him? Granted, the no-liquor rule was something he only assumed, but he was confident in it. He wasn’t going to try it and find out. Not yet, anyway. Maybe when she started barbing him.

Pouting, he waited for her to be seated before he leaned forward on the stick and sent the Clod into a full run, half-focused on the screen in front of his face. It was going to be a long ride.

“How kind of you,” he sneered over the thumps of the Clod.