“What do y"all mean, y"all won"t introduce me? I just lost two hundred dollars to your damn cheatin" ways. A night with her would soothe my temper!”
Margareatha whirled around. She had been at the sideboard pouring drinks, but there was something in the tone of his voice that told her this was more than an ordinary challenge. It was almost a full year since Red had rescued her from the nunnery.
They were on the Belle of St. Louis and smoke hung like clouds in the room where men gathered after dining to play their games of chance. The tables were occupied by four or five men talking or intently staring at their cards, sipping whiskey, and enjoying their cigars. Margareatha had been circulating the room, smiling at all when the man"s voice intruded. She turned to see Red raise his eyebrows
