The first week was kind of dull and routine, but then it happened! Seven yahoos rode in from the enemy's ranch looking for trouble. The merchant and I...happened to be in the nearest saloon, his favorite, eating lunch and having a beer.The cowboys tied up out front and came storming into the saloon laughing and shouting about how they were in town to clean out the troublemakers. They rushed up to the bar and all ordered beer. One of them happened to look in the mirror and saw us sitting at a. He may as well plunge a knife right into her."Here, darling." Bette Jean sat on the couch and handed Gary a glass. "Drink this... it'll burn... but it will help a little... I hope..." Helpless tears ran down her face again, silent and despairing."Wh-What is it?" He raised up a little."It's brandy. This is an emergency, darling... otherwise you know Mother would never give you alcohol at your age... drink it down. In this case, it's medicine." Bette Jean drank her own and felt the fiery liquid. She just waved her hand in a quick “Hi” and went back to her book.Okay, so maybe she was being coy and hiding her feelings. She wouldn’t want to be obviously gushy over me in front of the parents. Mom would spot something like that in a second and be all over it.All through dinner, I kept sneaking peeks at Sherry across the table, looking for any little signs that she was acting strange, some hint that she lusted after me. But nothing. In fact, when she caught me watching her, she asked, “What?. ’ ‘But he’ll leave him on the doorstep if I’m late, and I’ve already taken too long on the phone to you.’ Putting as much command into his voice without scaring or upsetting the frantic woman at the end of the phone, ‘Froo I told you, I’ll be there in a few minutes, go down stairs and wait for me at the entrance, as soon as I pull up you can jump in the car and we’ll be there in time. I promise you.’ Misha pulled up the sleek Mercedes and watched as Froo pulled open the passenger door and got.