Bullets Shine Silver in the Moonlight
I knew she was trouble when she came through the door. It was obvious that she wasn’t from around here. I stood behind the counter and watched her walk toward me. Hips with a drumbeat, that’s what she was. Black dress slit up the side, black hat and spiked shoes, perfect blonde hair cascading down her slender shoulders, everything about her spoke city. She wasn’t the kind of thing you saw very often up north.
She slid up to the counter and onto a stool. She sat so that I could get a good view of leg from the slit in her dress. Yes, this one was quite a dame. She leaned over the counter onto her elbow, offering me other vistas to view with her magnificently low cut dress. “I need your help. There’s a terrible man following me and I think he wants to k
