“I won’t,” Violet promised. She noticed faint muffling coming from a room or two. It sounded like laughter. “You get plenty of business here, Mr. Jim?”
“Enough,” Jim shrugged. “More when we get a train in.” They were nearing the door to the bath room when one of the other doors on Violet’s right suddenly swung open. A cowboy, his hat dipped low and his pants unbuttoned, was struggling with his belt as he hopped his way out. Violet pulled back to give him room, but he barely noticed her. With a smile on his face, he turned and thanked whoever was inside before heading to the stairway. As he left, a woman took his place.
She was Violet’s height, perhaps her age or slightly older. A silk slip slid from her creamy shoulder, dotted with freckles. From her head spilled beautiful, auburn red cu
