They would either go to the small house she had at the north end of town, or to his hotel room. After leaving Rosa’s, he went to Cantina Carmelita. It was the biggest place in town to drink, and it offered various forms of gambling. Clint, in an attempt to distance himself from his life for a while, had stayed away from the poker tables. All he did when he was there was nurse a beer or two, and relax. “Cerveza,” he said to the bartender. “Sí, señor.” Clint had come a long way from home to find some peace, and so far, even though the people in town knew who he was, no one had tried him. Aside from a word or two with bartenders or waiters, he did most of his talking with Avery, Carmen, and Sheriff Vazquez. Also Ernesto Paz, who owned the Carmelita. While he was nursing his first beer, the well-dressed cantina owner came up to him and smiled broadly.
