“Not a chance, Since when were you the community activist type?”
Juan shrugged. “Anyway, I’ll be in for it, and I need to talk to you…”
He stopped and adjusted his hat. “Well… Shelagh, you’re looking good. Sorry I’m in such a rush. Bueno.” He spun around, waved a peremptory arm toward the outfitters, and walked out the door without a backward look. To Nick’s surprise they rose and followed him out the door, pausing only to throw a few dollars on the bar.
“What was that about?”
“I can’t even imagine.”
His mood of unease persisted through another round of drinks and banter, and neither Parker’s lewd comments nor Shelagh’s dazzling presence could banish it. Finally she rose and gripped him by the shoulders. “Look, cowboy, why don’t you go home and get some sleep. I really need to get bac
