Okay, go ahead and wear that gun, but don't you go picking fights just to show off your gun!"That settled, I went to the saloon. Mr. Jones, the barten...er and owner of the saloon was not happy to see me come in packing a gun. He told me I had to take it off if I was going to work for him. I explained my problem with Mr. Hawthorn, and Mr. Jones agreed to let me wear the gun if it did not interfere with my work. I assured him that it would not and grabbed the broom to start sweeping up the mess on. Our only redhead left us recently, but perhaps a blonde?" Left you?" asked Donnie."Yes, when slaves are no longer satisfying, they are sold." Perhaps, I could buy the redhead," offered Donnie."A bit late for that sir. She was sold to a very wealthy German gentleman with, shall we say, a taste for the bizarre."Donnie's knuckles turned white as he fought for control."Any chance I could see her before she leaves?" I'm afraid that's impossible. She's already on a ship bound for Copenhagen where she. She saw the look of alarm in my reflection and whispered "thats My dark self". I exhaled a heavy breath and forcing her hand off dragged myself apart to a distance. "thats Your dark self" she observed dolefully and walked over to a settee gracefully lowering herself. "come over here, will you?" she said after a minute"why?" i want to talk to you, thats why. Did you drive through rain and sleet to stand and sulk in a corner?"She moved to edge of settee leaving ample space for me to sit and keep. We had a bottle of wine in the car and she had two Styrofoam cups full duringthe drive to get ready to party. I did not want to bring up the conversation Ihad heard at the church earlier and ruin her day, better to save that foranother time I decided.When we arrived at the reception my wife went to the head table and rejoinedthe wedding party. I sat with a group of about 10 people and struck up aconversation with a couple of guys about football and other "guy" stuff. Well,the drinks were.