“Well, we just wanted to play cowboys and Indians, and no one wants to be Indians. The Donaldson want to play. You two could play too! I’ll let yo... be a cowboy!” Franklin obviously had a crush on my cousin.“Let me think about it,” Blair put her hand to her mouth as if she were giving it a lot of consideration before saying blithely “It’s still a no from me.”I chuckled at how funny that was. If I had said something like that before they would have beat the snot out of me.“What about her?”. "It's another one of those damned kids with some mind control drug or something ... I don't fucking know, but he got to her somehow ... No ... I'm telling you that's not the way to go. I've seen this before and there'll be no living with her if we don't let her finish ... well, by looking at him it shouldn't take too long ... Okay, Wes, we'll have her there as soon as possible ... what? ... Oh, sorry Mr. Craven ... yes Mr. Craven ... No disrespect intended Mr. Craven ... As soon as possible,. Next to the whorehouse, Omar also had a Topless Bar.After an hour or so of parading her through town, he took her to the Topless Bar. They sat at a table for two on the back row. Omar ordered some drinks and let Jenny get acquainted with the place and what the girls were doing. There were several very young girls sitting with customers.The customers were a mixture of everything. There were young and old Mexicans in western boots and worn Stetsons. There were American tourists; young and old. Snow fall was increasing, and we might need to stay a while.Rachel found blankets and linens and used some to make up the single bed for Cathleen. Rachel got Cathleen's shoes off, had her strip, wrapped her tightly in the blankets, and left her to sleep. Ragged breathing soon turned to soft snores.Rachel made up the queen bed, then stood by it looking at me. She crooked her finger, and when I went to her she said, "I just lost my husband. I killed his murderers. I'm lonely, scared, hurt, and.