Comanche Gold
“He descended the stairs so quietly that Mrs. Murry, who was standing behind the front desk putting mail in the slots, didn't hear him until he was leaning on the counter behind her.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Oh!” she cried, spinning around in surprise.
“I didn't know you were up, Mr. Tucson. I hope you got a good morning's sleep.”
Tucson scrutinized her face for hidden meanings, but found only amused irony. “Yes, I did,” he replied easily. “Your bed is very comfortable.”
She was looking especia...lly pretty just then, and he paused to admire her. Her dress was clean and fresh and her hair, although still piled atop her head, seemed neater; and there was color on her cheeks and full lips.
Noticing his scrutiny, she flushed, looked away, then spoke again. “I heard about what you did last night.”
Thinking she was referring to Mirah, Tucson paused then answered cautiously, “And what would that be?”
“Don't be so modest, Mr. Tucson!” Mrs. Murry admonished him, shaking her finger.MoreLess
“Good morning,” he said.
“Oh!” she cried, spinning around in surprise.
“I didn't know you were up, Mr. Tucson. I hope you got a good morning's sleep.”
Tucson scrutinized her face for hidden meanings, but found only amused irony. “Yes, I did,” he replied easily. “Your bed is very comfortable.”
She was looking especia...lly pretty just then, and he paused to admire her. Her dress was clean and fresh and her hair, although still piled atop her head, seemed neater; and there was color on her cheeks and full lips.
Noticing his scrutiny, she flushed, looked away, then spoke again. “I heard about what you did last night.”
Thinking she was referring to Mirah, Tucson paused then answered cautiously, “And what would that be?”
“Don't be so modest, Mr. Tucson!” Mrs. Murry admonished him, shaking her finger.MoreLess
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