CHAPTER FOUR

January 27^th 1969. San Francisco.

They couldn't let an opportunity go to waste. They were all in the same place at the same time anyway; they might as well do it now and add some stability to the business before anything got loose.

“To Danno,” Proctor announced, as he stood at the end of the rented room with a glass in his hand.

All the other owners stood and joined the toast.

Proctor continued, “I'm not Irish like you, so my toasting abilities aren't as... flowery. But, may your giant visit my territory often and bring with him a wave of money.”

Everyone cheered in unison and lowered down their drinks.

Danno sipped. This was the first minute of his life where he knew the clock had started; he would never be able to let his guard down again. Especially around these people.

“To doing business the right way,” Curt Magee from Texas simply said.

Danno stood still as all his colleagues walked to him and slapped his back. There were offers of help and advice if he needed it. Some wanted him to come to their territories and stay for the weekend. Others brought wrapped gifts.

He didn't feel like it yet, but Danno was the boss now. All the other men in the room would depend on him to make his champion an attraction and then bring that attraction to their patch so they could sell tickets.

He wanted it, and he got it.

Proctor smiled at him from the other end of the table.

It was time to get to work.