I smack him across the puss an’ he goes off the chair pronto. He gets up an’ comes around the table an’ I bust him another one. Some guy at the next table gets up an’ starts emittin’ a lotta Mexican noise an’ easin’ over to me so it looks as if I’ve gotta start something.
I stick my hand under my coat an’ pull the gun. Around me I can see a lotta ugly mugs an’ I reckon that I gotta fix this job.
“Listen, lady,” I say to Paulette. “Get a load of this. If anybody starts anything around here, I’m goin’ to give ’em the heat first an’ talk afterwards. I’m takin’ you back to your own place for a little talk an’ if you don’t like that I’ll take you right over the border now an’ smack you in the first sheriff’s lock-up in Arizona I come to. You make up your mind what you’re havin’—your own sitti
