“He climbed down from his mule, snapped the reins around a hitching post without bothering to check how sturdy it was and marched inside through an open flap. Inside was a small room sectioned off by cheap partitions containing a small folding table bearing a ledger, pen and inkwell. A tall woman with dark blond hair stepped up to meet him with her hands on her hips and her chest thrust forward.
“My, my!” she said. “Aren’t you in a hurry! Been out working on your own for a while, cowboy?”
“I’m looking for a woman,” Deaugrey said.
“We have plenty of those. What’s your preference?”
“She was here a few days ago when I last visited this camp. A might bit taller than me, but not quite as tall as you, slender, pale skin, short, dark, curly hair. At the time, she was wearing a dark red ribbon with a bow near her left ear.”
“You have quite the eye for detail,”
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