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A SMILE TOUCHED the corner of Dick Maddox’s mouth. “Old man Granby used to have a saying: If the shoe fits, wear it.”

“You can talk plainer than that.”

“How plain, Will?”

“Talk like a man for a change.”

“Well, as a man, I’m wondering if you’re going to go ahead and marry this—Miss Conway.” One of the men behind him laughed but cut it off.

“What if I am?”

Maddox shrugged. “Every man to his own taste.”

Calender stepped closer to him. “Dick, if I was married to that woman and you said what you have—you’d be dead right now.”

“That’s opinion, Will.” Maddox smiled because he was sure he could take Will Calender and he wanted to make sure the three men with him knew it.

Calender said, “The point is, I’m not married to her yet. Not yet. If you don’t come out with what’s on your mind now, you better not come out with it about two hours from now.”

Maddox shook his head. “You’re a warnin’ man, Will.”

“What did she do in Tascosa?” Calender said bluntly.

Maddox hesitated, grinning. “Worked at the Casa Grande.”

“And that’s what?”

“You never been to Tascosa?”

“I just never saw the place.”

“Well, the Casa Grande’s where a sweaty trail hand goes for his drink, gamblin’, and girls.” Maddox paused. “I could draw you a picture, Will.”

“Dick, if you’re pullin’ a joke—”

“Ask anybody in town.”

Calender looked at the hat-brim shadow and the eyes, the eyes that held without wavering. Then he turned and went up the street.

From his office window, Hillpiper, the Anton Chico Justice of the Peace, watched Will Calender cross the street. The office was above the jail and offered a view of sun, dust, and adobe; there was nothing else to see in Anton Chico, unless you were looking down the streets east, then you’d see the Pecos.

Hillpiper sat down at his desk, hearing the boots on the stairs, and when the knock came he said, “Come in, Will.”

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Sit down.” Hillpiper smiled. “You had an appointment for this morning, and I’ve got a window.” Hillpiper wore silver-rim spectacles for close work, but he looked over them to Calender sitting across the desk from him.

Calender said, “You know what everybody in town’s saying?”

Hillpiper shook his head. “Not everybody.”

“They’re talking about this woman I’m to marry.”

“I’ll say it again. Not everybody.”

Calender’s raw-boned face was tightening, and his voice was louder. “How can they know so much about her—and me, the man that’s to marry her, not know anything?”

“It’s happened before,” Hillpiper said.

“You heard what they’re saying?”

“I heard Maddox in the saloon last night. Is he the everybody you’re talking about?”

“He’s enough. But it’s what she is!” Calender said savagely. “What she didn’t tell in her letters!”

“Three letters,” Hillpiper said mildly. Calender had told him about it when he made the arrangements and set the date: the marriage broker in Santa Fe writing to him, then writing to the woman. Hillpiper had told him it was all right as far as he was concerned, since he didn’t see why two people had to love each other to get along. Love’s something that might come, but if it didn’t—look at all the marriages getting on without it. And Calender had said, That’s right. I never thought of that. See, my little girl’s the main reason.

“In three letters,” Hillpiper went on, “a woman hardly has time to open up her heart.”

“She could have told me what she did!”

“Just what does she do, Will?”

“You heard Maddox.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

“She worked at the Casa Grande!” Calender flared. “How do you want me to say it?”

Hillpiper put his palms on the desk and leaned forward. “All right, Will, she worked in a saloon. She danced with trail hands, maybe sang a little and smiled more than was natural to get the boys to buy the extra drink they’d a bought anyway. And that’s all she’s done, regardless of how Maddox makes a dozen words sound like a whole story. Why she did that kind of work, I don’t know. Maybe she had to because there was nothing else for a girl to do and she still had to eat like anybody else. Maybe it killed her to