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Dirk
The afternoon quickly faded into evening, an assortment of farmers, ranchers and towns people filing thru the Saloon to wet thier whistles, then leave. I didn't know the names, nor faces of any but each type was clear to me...instinct telling me i wouldn't have to worry about them accept for the rare occasion of too much to drink and escorting them to the hoosegow.
Dark hair and lean, eyes alert...another man walked into the Saloon and to the bar, keeping to himself yet not missing anything that happened in the place. Surprisingly enough the reception he received was mild, no insults...few harsh glares as he spoke...and his face reflected it as well. Reflected the surprise as Mona glided from the stage and to his elbow...making it a point to welcome him.
I nodded, perhaps Texas was the melting pot...the war and the decimation of it's men making it in some ways...more tolerant of the men that existed, regardless of the color of skin...
I rose as he turned to John and spoke, the tail end of the words coming to me and spurring a growing interest in me.
"I could use a beer, John" I suggested as I moved to the bar next to the new man, making it a point to remove the star from the vest I wore and to the shirt underneath...as if to say the day was near done for me in the official capacity...Still I had learned to limit the "snake eye"...too much and you might wake...dead?
"I've heard your tribe is known for it's ability to find tracks" I tossed out as I waited for the beer. "And once your word is given a man can trust you to the end. Qualities I find quite admirable and...useful if it's true?"
I kept a pleasant face...If he was as good a tracker as I hoped...it would prove invaluable...and useful.
"My name is Dirk Lane" I offered along with my right hand, my left free and not pinned between the bar...if needed as well.
The afternoon quickly faded into evening, an assortment of farmers, ranchers and towns people filing thru the Saloon to wet thier whistles, then leave. I didn't know the names, nor faces of any but each type was clear to me...instinct telling me i wouldn't have to worry about them accept for the rare occasion of too much to drink and escorting them to the hoosegow.
Dark hair and lean, eyes alert...another man walked into the Saloon and to the bar, keeping to himself yet not missing anything that happened in the place. Surprisingly enough the reception he received was mild, no insults...few harsh glares as he spoke...and his face reflected it as well. Reflected the surprise as Mona glided from the stage and to his elbow...making it a point to welcome him.
I nodded, perhaps Texas was the melting pot...the war and the decimation of it's men making it in some ways...more tolerant of the men that existed, regardless of the color of skin...
I rose as he turned to John and spoke, the tail end of the words coming to me and spurring a growing interest in me.
"I could use a beer, John" I suggested as I moved to the bar next to the new man, making it a point to remove the star from the vest I wore and to the shirt underneath...as if to say the day was near done for me in the official capacity...Still I had learned to limit the "snake eye"...too much and you might wake...dead?
"I've heard your tribe is known for it's ability to find tracks" I tossed out as I waited for the beer. "And once your word is given a man can trust you to the end. Qualities I find quite admirable and...useful if it's true?"
I kept a pleasant face...If he was as good a tracker as I hoped...it would prove invaluable...and useful.
"My name is Dirk Lane" I offered along with my right hand, my left free and not pinned between the bar...if needed as well.