It was a shame losing out on seven days of income. That girl brought in a lot of money. Plenty of cowhands who passed through Screwhorse loved taking a poke at a girl with four feet. Of course two of those feet were tiny and grew out of June’s ankles but the men still found it irresistible. She knocked on the door. “June, honey? You alright? Can I come in?” A childlike voice said, “Yes.” When Betty walked in, she saw June on the floor, naked and shivering. Her bedpan was next to her and it was filled with dark blue vomit. “Oh my god! June!” She rushed over, grabbed a blanket from the bed, and covered the girl. “Why didn’t you yell for one of us? Look at you!” June said, “I don’t feel all that bad.” “What about this?” Betty pointed to the bedpan. “You must’ve got rid of your dinner for the last week. Let’s get you into bed and then I’ll fetch Doctor West.” “No,” June said. “I’m fine. Don’t call the doctor.
