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National Football League

"I'm not sure about the horses yet," Quinn said. "We might start with a few. See how it goes." "So you're saying the secret to this business is horseshit," Luther said. Jason gave a wry smile, stroked his gray beard, and said, "Yeah, I guess that's about the heart of it. Horseshit is pretty much how I make my way, Mr. Varner."

National Basketball Association

Varner smiled and nodded. He winked at Quinn. Quinn didn't say anything, knowing the old man could read his mind and knew that he wasn't ready to put down the gun. Up on the spinning chair, little Jason hadn't been paying attention to their talk, making small talk instead with Mr. Don. Mr. Don asked him about what he'd gotten for Christmas and whether or not he was going to be starting T-ball in the spring.

Major League Baseball

"At the VFW, you were talking about some overseas work," Varner said. "With your Ranger buddy in Tennessee." "That's still on the table." "Not if y'all got a full-time farm," Varner said. "My daughter has been running a farm for the last five years and hasn't taken a single day off.

World Wrestling Entertainment

Quinn nodded. The barber pulled the cape from Jason and shook loose the trimmed hairs onto the floor. Jason bounded out of the seat and waited for Don to offer him some candy and gum from his bucket. Mr. Jim had done the same when Quinn had been Jason's age. Don seemed to be a good man, and despite the upgraded decor, he was keeping the same spirit of the barbershop.