"Slow down son. We got time. Do you want a Coca Cola?"

Scotty nodded, though he didn't slow down. He didn't trust his father's assertions. Scotty rarely trusted what anyone said. Words were just the lip service people gave in order to have something to say. People talked too much even when they knew they couldn't back up their words. It was a game to some, but not to Scotty. His word was his bond.

Juan Carlos hadn't ever made any promises, though. He just stayed long ...