pile and scooped the coins into a pocket without bothering to count them. He knew he was up a little, probably less than a dollar. It wasnât exactly enough to get excited over. He excused himself, getting no argument from the other gents at the table. They looked like they were commencing to wear down too, and Longarm suspected the game would break up soon. âGânight, all,â he said as he stood.
âSame time tomorrow?â a man named Kyle suggested.
âMoreân likely,â Longarm agreed without exactly committing himself to be there. In his line of work a fellow couldnât always count on what tomorrow would bring.
A blond whore with tits like big pink pillows intercepted him before he could reach the front door. She would have looked a lot nicer, he thought, if she washed her face and neck from time to time. Lines of charcoal-colored grime collected in her wrinkles, showing dark against the rice powder that whitened her skin like soot caught in the wind-ripples of a newfallen snow. Longarm found the effect to be more than a little off-putting. Not that he would have been much interested in the aging bawd even without that relatively minor imperfection, but with a woman like this one he couldnât help but think in terms of little bitty, itchy-crawly things. He couldnât even see one without his pubic hair and balls beginning to itch.
âJust a dollar, honey,â she whispered by way of sweet talk. Longarm thought it over, and decided it was an offer he could manage to resist.
âThanks, but not tonight.â
âIâm awful good, honey. You try me and youâll see. Anybody here can tell you that. Iâm worth it.â
Longarm grinned and gave her a wink while he readjusted the set of his Stetson. âIâd bet youâre worth a whole lot moreân that even,â he said.
The whore seemed pleased. She smiled and simpered and rubbed her tits over his arm. Longarm hoped she didnât have anything that was too contagious.
âYouâre a fine-looking woman,â he lied, âbut Iâm awful tired tonight.â
She gave him a look of instant concern. âOf course you are, honey. I shoulda thought about that.â
Longarm smiled at her again and tried to step away into the night, to a place where there would be clean fresh air instead of the stink of cheap toilet water that surrounded the hooker. She stopped him by grabbing his coat at the elbow. âWait a minute, hear?â
âLook, maâam, I already told youââ
âNo, I . . . it isnât that. Itâs . . . I donât know just how to say this.â
Longarm shrugged. And waited.
âWe ainât such a much here, I donât suppose, especially not to a fine, handsome, big-city lawman like yourself. But we got our pride. You know what I mean?â
He didnât, but he did not think this was the time to discuss it. He continued to wait, giving the old whore time enough to say whatever it was that was on her mind.
âEverybody knows what happened to you this afternoon, and weâre all embarrassed by it. Real upset too because we all of us like that boy Dinky. He was a swell kid. You know?â
Now that was something that Longarm for damn sure did not know. The one sure fact he had about Dinky Dinklemann was that the boy had tried to kill him. In Longarmâs estimation, that was not much of a recommendation for upstanding character.
âEverybodyâs been talking tonight and . . . well, what we kinda think is that somebody in town here made Dinky try and do that today. We donât like that. You see what I mean?â
Maybe. He was beginning to think perhaps he was beginning to understand now.
âAnyway, I guess what Iâm trying to say, Marshal, is we donât want anything more bad to happen in our town. We donât want you hurt nor anybody else. So . . . well . . . you just be careful when you go home