If Dunn and Sands were not waiting for him, they would be registered somewhere. If not a boardinghouse, then a hotel. But if, by now, they assumed Clint had not been killed, and they were expecting him, would they be hiding? Or would they position themselves where he could see them? Like in a saloon? He decided to check the other hotels before going to the saloons. • • • Cain walked into the town’s one whorehouse, and some of the girls were immediately drawn to him. “You’re lookin’ for me, honey,” a blonde said. “I’m the one you want, baby,” a brunette said. “Like redheads, honey?” a third asked. Cain would have liked to take all three upstairs with him, but before he could say anything, an older woman spilling out of her nightgown came up behind the girls and clapped her hands. The flesh of her arms jiggled as she did it.
