Inside the air was cooler and filled with the coppery scent of alcohol. The barkeep was Billy himself, a polished old man who nodded at the outlaws as they entered. Diego took a seat at an empty poker table, cutting the deck of cards already at the center and shuffling them easily between nimble fingers. Joey Jr. headed for the bar and a soiled dove he favored by the name of Marie, a pretty girl a few years older than himself who winked as he sat down at the bar. She giggled when he pulled her into his lap, one hand sliding beneath her petticoats to rest high up on her thigh. Crazy Kit plopped into a chair at Diego’s table and raised his hand, catching Billy’s attention.
Within minutes Billy had a bottle of Scotch in front of the ringleader of the Rustlers, along with three shot glasses w
