Biff said when Duff came back in to the bar. Everyone in the bar cheered, and Cindy sidled up to him again. “That was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen,” she said. “Let me get you a fresh drink,” Biff offered. “No need,” Duff said. He held up the half-empty glass of scotch. “Sure ’n’ you know that it only gets better with age. But I’ll be for buying a glass of tea for the little lady.” “Tea?” Cindy asked. “Lass, I know ’tis tea the ladies drink in establishments such as this,” Duff said. “For sure ’n’ if you drank whiskey every time a man bought a drink for you, you’d be a sot.” Cindy laughed, leaned against him, and put her hand up on his neck. Gently, Duff took her hand and moved it. “Don’t be for wastin’ your time on a Scotsman like me,” he said. “I know there are many others in here that would welcome the attentions of a lass as winsome as yourself.” “Yeah, Cindy, how come you ain’t never tried to put your arm around my neck?”