Skins Game, Part 2
The rough
Author’s Note: When we left in Part 1, Duck Miyoshi had just informed Charlie Bluehorse and Whitey Dugan that the fourth member of their foursome had just died on the 11th hole.
Part 2
Bluehorse got out of his cart and walked around to look at Worley. He moved his hand up to Worley’s neck to feel for the carotid. He removed Worley’s shades and looked into his vacant eyes.
“Yep, Duck’s right,” he said. “This man has sunk his last putt.”
Whitey remained sitting and stared at Worley in disbelief. Slowly, his expression returned to anger. “Why that sonofabitch. He can’t leave in the middle of a round when he’s winning. It ain’t ethical.”
“Judas priest, Whitey, the man’s dead. I don’t think it’s the same,” Miyoshi said.
Whitey swung out of his cart and moved toward Worley’s corpse. “Well, maybe not, Duck, but he’s got fifty of my bucks and I want ’em back.”
“You can’t do that!” Duck said.
Bluehorse put a hand on Whitey’s chest and firmly pushed him back. “Duck’s right,” he said.
“What the hell’s wrong with you guys? All day long Cletis has been yakkin away, screwin up our concentration and takin our money. He don’t deserve it…
