Meg nodded and said, “She knew Wesley well. She said he was a generous tipper who was always nice to her. She seemed confused that he never asked her out after work.”
Longarm said, “He had a steady sweetheart. But he persuaded the gal I’d been fool enough to confide in that they’d make it worth her while if she’d report every fool word I said to her to them!”
Meg fluttered her long lashes and murmured, “Heavens, I can see how foolish that might make you feel!”
He sighed and said, “I doubt they cared about my personal idiocy. I told Trisha who I really was. But then I told her I had no idea who I was really after or what might be going on. So they figured it was as easy and a heap safer to just hire me and have me where they could keep an eye on me as they got me to jump through hoops like a trained flea. They figured I’d tell Trisha when and if I commenced to suspect anything important, and they were right. I acted like a total sap, and even when I did start to get warm, I was still so far from the truth they’d have been better off letting me run down like a clock and head on home. Have you ever felt really stupid, Miss Meg?”
She reached across her table to pat the back of his big tanned hand and soothed, “It might have gone worse for us. If they were even partway onto you, and that two-faced Trisha hadn’t convinced them you weren’t onto them, they’d have killed you before you found out a thing and then where would we be?”
He put his own free hand atop hers—most men would have wanted to—and quietly replied, “You’re doubtless right—and I reckon all’s well as ends well. How come you asked where we would have wound up, Miss Meg? No offense, but I don’t recall old Marshal Billy Vail putting you on the case with me.”
The pretty schoolmarm looked away, cheeks flushed, as she murmured, “I guess I meant we’d have never been having this conversation, after Trisha had told me so much about you. I suppose you’re in a hurry to get back to Denver, now that you’ve learned all there ever was to know about our dinky town?”
To which he could only reply, with a friendly squeeze, “I ain’t so sure I’ve gotten to know everyone down this way as well as I’d like to. In any case I’ll have to stick around long enough to tidy up a few loose ends and make sure law and order’s been restored total.”
She asked, in that case how many days, or hours, they might have to get to know one another better. When he suggested at least a good two days, she shyly suggested they’d best get started and so, what with one thing and another, it was over a week before Longarm got back to Denver, walking sort of funny.
The End
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