We were headed southwest by train by the next morning. I was in the meal car serving up some grub for a bunch of the sure-shooters, when in he walked. His eyes landed on mine and he smiled, knowingly.
“Shem,” he said, with a wink and a nod. In the light of day, he really was a handsome sonofabitch, even more so than I first thought in the dim light of his tent. He was rugged and lean, with a glint of wickedness in his twinling blue eyes. Yep, a feller could get lost in them peepers of his.
“Wayne,” I said, with a nod of my own. “You hungry for somethin’?”
“Awful hungry, partner,” he replied, the meaning lost on everyone present but the two of us. When he was done eating, he handed me a note and left. I waited until I was back in the kitchen to read it. It said that he’d be picking me up
