. then you can do your “confirmation review” right on the spot, if you like ...’ Ms. Fenton then laughed out loud, a rich husky sound that sent...a shiver of anticipation racing down Julie’s spine: ‘Oh, you do like? You’re a hot bitch, you know that ... but then, that’s why I love you!’ The manager laughed throatily again, blew a kiss into the phone, and signed off: ‘Ciao, babe ... I’ll call you back’.It suddenly clicked with Julie who Ms. Fenton was talking to – it could only be Ms.. Giggling excitedly as his arm swept around her waist and pulled her body against his solid frame, she cradled his face in her hand and let her eyes melt into his, then her lips, a kiss that was firm and full and seemed to whisper a scream, a cry, a relentlessly soft yet defiantly affirmative declaration that within the gentle touch and strong hold of one another’s embrace was where these souls belonged. “I love you” she said. He smiled. They didn’t need a million other ways to say it. They had. There’s gonna be more come looking for him, you said so yourself,” Hamp said after twelve days.“Hamp, what have you got in mind? We can’t just bury him out here, they know he came here to look for us and they’ll know we’re still here.”“Well, we need to think of something, he’s been here almost two weeks and that warrant was from Fort Smith. It’s not two weeks from Fort Smith to here by horseback.”“I say we kill his horse, bury his saddle and lock him up. Then we can say he wandered in and. It wasn’t an unusual request. “I might look a little different.” “Okay,” I said, unsure, drawing the word out. “What does that mean, exactly?” “Can’t tell you,” she said, clearly amused. “Okay.” “ And my name’s not Val” I was confused. “What’s your name?” “You’ll need to ask me.” She giggled. “I’ll be at the bar.” She hung up abruptly. I tried to concentrate on work but was unable to do so for the rest of the day, imagining what might happen that night. As I walked in I scanned the bar for her.