The men looked at me uncertainly and one of them said, ‘Well, I guess we’ll be movin’ on.’ ‘I don’t think so,’ I said. ‘What are gonna...do about us?’, the other one asked. ‘I’m not sure,’ i said, ‘I ought to shoot you but that goes against my principles.’ I pondered what to do and my deliberations were interrupted by the sound of horses hooves coming down the road. I turned slightly, still keeping my revolver pointed at the two of them, and saw a troop of Union cavalry riding up. ‘Oh, shit,’ one. He assures me that it wasn't a problem and when I try to break the eye contact he holds me there. I lean into to him, relaxing from the safety that his arms provide, together watching and listening for more sounds of the storm. Then as our heads are tilting back looking into the now dark cloudy sky it starts to drizzle. Almost laughing at the sensation we look at each other, my lips touching his gently and then I feel his arm on my lower back while his other hand entangles in my hair pulling me. It was pleasurable to be in this type of cocoon. They ignored the rest of the world and explored each other. She was happy that he did not make her into an art object but by actions informed everyone that he could not go too long without running his hands up and down her body. As a result she humoured him by dressing to impress whatever audience viewing them. Everyone could determine that they loved each other. Occasionally they could hear sighs of envy. This only acted as an aphrodisiac. The. Yeah, another reason to stop at the Torch. Good music, and actual booze from Mexico. Not bathtub gin like most places. It cost more, almost a buck but was worth not going blind. But we could only afford to blow a fin in here between the two of us.Once we downed our drinks, we decided to hit the floor. And as always, we had just started when 2 joes joined us. We spent about 45 minutes cutting a rug with them, then they asked us if we wanted another drink.Well, not one to turn down an offer.