HILL COUNTRY GREED

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"Webb wants to have a special meeting of the core team," said Gwen. "Not here. You can follow me."

We sat on boulders and watched the sun set. The western horizon grew pale yellow, and the first stars appeared. A hawk circled below, scanning the lake for an evening meal.

The limo dropped us at the entrance of the Driskill Hotel, the oldest fine hotel in Austin

As we walked through the front door, the clip-clop of a horse-drawn carriage drew near. In the middle of the sidewalk, just outside the entrance to the hotel, was an azure-colored shoe with a three inch heel lying on its side.

On a perfect Sunday in January, Rose and I took the kids for a picnic in Zilker Park. We ate lunch at a wooden table in a grove of live oaks.

“I can understand the physical attraction,” I said. “He’s tall, handsome face. . . .”

“Believe me, honey. If you were hit by a beer truck, and Webb called on me, I’d have a hard time saying no.”

I stepped out to the balcony, and the three of us looked over the live oak forest to downtown.

I stepped out to the balcony, and the three of us looked over the live oak forest to downtown.

“What about Gwen?” I asked.

Tommy leaned against the rail. “One thing I’ll say about Gwen: When she sets her mind on something, she’s obsessive. I think she could do it.”

A cold front marched in from the north and covered Austin. The temperature had dropped into the fifties, and a chill crept under my windbreaker

He flailed in the open air for a handhold , but there was nothing he could reach. My head hung over the edge.

“Hang on, buddy,” I said. “I’ve got you.”

But I didn’t have him. He had me. In a matter of seconds my arm would be ripped from the crack, and we would free-fall.