“Just goes to show you there’s still some honor in a lot of low professions, Darling!”
Jim reflected that Vickie herself was a good example of what she was talking about. He drank from the half full canteen of tepid water he’d been conserving then he passed the canteen on to Joe. The exhaustion he felt was about to cause him to doze off when the Indian uncustomarily broke his silence. By this time he was thinking mighty fondly of Miss Vickie and the cool beer at the Eldorado, and he was looking forward to having him some of both pleasures, he was still trail wise enough to keep a watchful eye on Injun Joe. Jim took several luxurious swallows and drained the mug. He’d always been the type of man who was considerate by nature of all women’s feelings, but through the years he had grown comfortable in returning the shallow, and all too transient affection of dance hall girls. He tied the sack to his saddle horn and then, deciding he still needed to stretch his legs a bit, he led the spotted horse over to the Eldorado. Jim looked over at the bartender who’d been enjoying the stir he’d just caused. When they arrived back in San Antonio later that evening, Jim led the mule directly to the Sheriff’s office.
