Bonnie’s first impression was one of too many people crowded into too small a space. The buildings, predominately wood though there were a few made of red brick, lined both sides of the narrow, dusty street. She noted that most of them were saloons – among them the Senate Saloon and the Bella Union. There were a few exceptions, like C.H. Flucken’s Denver Grocery. She saw a sign for J. Shoudy City Meat Market, which appeared to be located inside the post office. There were buildings scattered on the hillsides, as well. Gray drew rein in front of the Grand Central Hotel, a rather flamboyant name, Bonnie thought, since it didn’t look so grand. Still, it promised a place to wash up and, hopefully, eat a decent meal. “What do you want first?” Gray asked. “Food or a bath?” “Food!” With a nod, Gray led the way into the dining room. “I hope it’s good,” Bonnie remarked as they found a table. “The Grand ain’t much to look at, but she’s got the best cook this side of the Missouri.”
