All that did was jumpstart her own juices flowing.All that did was jumpstart her own juices flowing. When she was done, she sauntered down the stairs into the parlour. Ginger, Wanda, Annie and a couple of the others were lounging around. "I'm ready," she announced. "Shall we go?" Slade heard the feminine laughter as he pushed open the door to the Golden Slipper Saloon. He knew it was a group of girls from Miss Lily's and wondered if Irish was among them. The wire he'd just received burned a hole in his pocket. It had abruptly brought him down to earth, reminding him why he was in Rattlesnake Gorge, working as a cowboy. Clem Dawson was on his way to town and Slade had been tracking Clem for seven years. Now, he just might bring the outlaw to justice. If he remembered why he was here and didn't concern himself with Irish's other business. As soon as he stepped inside, he spotted Irish. She and the other girls were seated at a table near the far end of the bar. She had her back to him and the bar. He swaggered up to the bar and ordered a whisky. It was going to take a couple of drinks to dull his senses enough so that he wouldn't want Irish right now with an all consuming hunger. In rapid succession, he downed three shots of hard whisky as he listened to the girls' conversation. As he swallowed his fourth, their talk turned to men. "Irish, you must be feelin' awful sore today," one of them commented. "Why would you say that?" Another one answered Irish's question. "Because you entertained Jeremiah Crane last night. |