I'm not working for anyone who hurts me, judge or no." That's awful! You left, I hope?'"I did. I hated to because I'm broke. I wish I could get even w...th that old bastard." I'll give it some thought. Where are you living?" I have been crashing at a girlfriend's house. I have to leave tomorrow because her husband is due home. I don't know what I'm going to do after that." How come you were in the bar here with the guy who slapped you?'"I think he was the judge's butler. I gave him my name when I. Why not? A trip to Las Vegas in Miguel County might prove interesting. They were both riding in the buckboard and discussing the relative merits of the women they had met in Santa Fe when they heard gunshots up ahead. Hank urged Ada to move a little faster, and they came upon a not too unusual sight.One person was lying on the ground firing a rifle at three people behind some rocks. Our two heroes would normally have inquired into the facts of the case before taking sides, but the three people. Brooke had two passions. The first was designing clothes, and it was this very thing that she convinced her father to let her stay out of college and work in their mansion. She even got a room on the ground floor that was only being used for storage anyway. Brooke called it her “Fashion Room” or sometimes her “Design Room” and she usually kept it locked at all times and she had the only key. This was because, though she told her Dad and Mom that she was designing dresses, and even kept a few. " What else is gong on up there?" Dent asked reaching for his pants. Nesho gave a harrumph slapping his arm and pushing him around until he was face down on the bunk again."You stay there," she ordered. "We've had enough foolishness for one day. You lie there and rest while we get supper for you." I guess even masters sometime have to do what they're told eh, Mr. Dent Sir?" Festou's grin split his face from ear to ear."Only if they know what's good for them," Nesho sniffed primly. "Now you.