Hell's Angel (2013)
“The key in the lock clicked. She turned from where she’d been brushing her hair in a standing mirror, to see the door open and a man’s hatted head appear between the door and the jamb. The man had a thick mustache with upswept ends and three or four days’ worth of beard stubble on his sunburned cheeks.
Ruth flushed. So did Chaz Burdick behind the bright pink on his broad, fleshy cheeks, above the mustache that had a fine coating of trail dust. His eyes were blue beneath dark brown brows. The fetor of mules, the man’s own sweat, and wheel grease was an almost visible cloud about him.
From downstairs came the tinny clatter of Moon’s four-piece Mexican band, one of the men singing along with a girl. There was clapping and the stomping of feet, yells, and ribald laughter.
Burdick doffed his broad-brimmed Stetson as he came into the room, looking sheepish but also randy, his eyes raking Ruth up and down. She’d cleaned herself at the washbasin and donned the dress the dwarf had ...given her, likely shipped in from Fort Worth, as was most everything else here, including professional whores who worked for percentages.MoreLess
Ruth flushed. So did Chaz Burdick behind the bright pink on his broad, fleshy cheeks, above the mustache that had a fine coating of trail dust. His eyes were blue beneath dark brown brows. The fetor of mules, the man’s own sweat, and wheel grease was an almost visible cloud about him.
From downstairs came the tinny clatter of Moon’s four-piece Mexican band, one of the men singing along with a girl. There was clapping and the stomping of feet, yells, and ribald laughter.
Burdick doffed his broad-brimmed Stetson as he came into the room, looking sheepish but also randy, his eyes raking Ruth up and down. She’d cleaned herself at the washbasin and donned the dress the dwarf had ...given her, likely shipped in from Fort Worth, as was most everything else here, including professional whores who worked for percentages.MoreLess
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