Leave it to Anthony and Dave to worry more about the quality of their whiskey than their stench. She blew absentmindedly at the long strands of auburn hair that fell across her brow. Karen couldn't help but laugh while she descended the stairs, lifting her frilly skirt to keep from tripping. You smell like a bunch of roses," Ellis said. Anthony and Dave, the owner and his employee of the general store next door, stared back at him. Most of them were from other towns - just passing through as they headed further west. He looked back at everyone else drinking at the bar. If you would just drink some of this rotgut like the rest of the girls, you wouldn't care so much." That was rare for a man who ran a brothel. He treated her well, and he never hit his women. She considered him her closest friend, which she found odd because she considered herself little more than his slave. She stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at Ellis. Even more than the rest of them," Karen said. You got to be the worst hooker I ever had." "How is someone so smart so stupid? You can't make money if you always insult my customers. Shaking his head, he turned around and glared at her. "You need to control your whores!" the filthy cowboy said, shoving his way through the saloon doors.Įllis let out a heavy sigh as he watched another patron, who would likely never return, storm out of his saloon because of Karen.
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