Lonely Dove
It was a blistering
day, the saloon totally empty except for Lippy. Xavier, who had a taste for fish, had gone off to the river to see if he could
catch any. Lorena was sitting at a table, practicing one or two card tricks Jake had taught her, when who should walk in
but Gus. His shirt was as wet from sweat as if he’d been underwater a week, and even his hatband was sweated through.
He went around behind the bar, got himself a bottle and brought it over to the table, grinning a big grin despite the heat.