There was a bar, a few tables, and several ladies lounging about batting their eyelashes at the fellows who came along. Emma must have had a word or two with those ladies, because they didn’t try very hard to tempt Luke. Instead they smiled and gave him friendly pats as they walked by as if he’d been taken off the menu. Red was still pulling his suspenders over his shoulders and halfheartedly tucking in his shirt as he approached the bar. He had a few words with one of the girls there, who steered him in the direction of Luke’s table. Red went to tip his hat, found he wasn’t wearing it, and gave the helpful woman a lazy salute. “Hot damn!” Red exclaimed as he pulled up a chair and dropped himself onto it. “Coming here has got to be the best idea I’ve ever had. Maybe the best idea anyone’s ever had.” “Do you have any money left?” Luke grunted. “Sitting in paradise and money’s all you can think about?
