“No, I’m not like that.” Kmart Cowboy scoffed. “Yeah, right...” he murmured. “I’m serious!” Camille stressed.... “Okay, don’t worry about it,” I said. “I won’t do anything. I wasn’t planning on it anyway.” Camille demonstrated an expression of relief. “Well, good, because we don’t need anyone else getting pregnant around here.” “Pregnant?” “Didn’t I tell you, dude?” Kmart Cowboy asked, looking out the window at a carload. "Don't get no ideas," she said. "Cook's off today. Sent the stable man home. Don't need much help. Ain't many travelers in this weather." I meant the ferry, too." Well, my husband did do that 'til last week, the lazy bastard, but he run off, took my money and ran, the son-of-a-bitch. Him and his no-good friends're out playing soldier. Horse thieves is what they are." Loyal?" They don' care. Claim to be patriots, rebels like you. Ain't worth a tinker's dam, none a'them" She drained her. Surrender, it was beginning to become my defining trait, to the point I wasn't sure what else was left. Did anything else really matter if it could all change with a blush and a whimper?Paradoxically, I felt the familiar feeling of hopeless optimism well up inside me the moment I gave in. I thought that maybe I'm more of a slut than they ever dreamed, and this really will be a reward for me. I don't know why that was supposed to be a comforting thought, but it worked well enough to dull the. When she said she'd expected to see a man, as the womanshe had talked to had told her her husband needed some dresses. Hetold her he was a man and the woman's husband. With her help hepicked up four dresses, then she said she was told he needed someother things, and she led him to pick out some other clothes forhim. She picked out five fancy lacy nightgowns for him. Then itwas three pair of three inch heels. He remembered what Sherry had said about his wallet and when heasked about a wallet.