my usual run of customer by a long shot. Give you a two-for-one special?”
“Sorry,” Krysty said. “But we’ve got business to attend to right now. So, if you’ll excuse us—”
Still the woman didn’t move off. Krysty twitched her red hair, which was hanging unbound to her shoulders. Just a little.
The woman blinked, flashed a nervous smile and quickly left.
Ryan raised an eyebrow. Krysty read his thoughts loud and clear: Aren’t you running a risk, flashing your mutie hair like that?
She smiled sadly and shook her head. “She’s tipsy enough to doubt her own eyes,” she said. “And she knows nobody would believe her anyway.”
It was a harsh reality that Krysty was none too enamored of. But she was alive precisely because she always made a point to recognize reality and adjust her wishes and desires accordingly. And this wasn’t the first time she’d made use of a tool she’d been born with.
“So what’s the problem with letting Mariah come along?” she asked him.
“Why do you care so much about her?”
“Honestly? I don’t rightly know. I could say she reminds me of me, somehow. But that’d be double strange, since just to start with, I was never that shy or quiet.”
“You can say that again.”
She arched a brow at him. “If you want to spend some quality time with that blonde woman, all you have to do is ask.”
“Ouch. I deserved that.”
“You did. So what’s wrong with Mariah accompanying us?”
“It’s not safe for her to be with us.”
“Where is?”
He sighed. “Come on, Krysty. You’re being obtuse. Our lifestyle leads us into more killing scrapes in a month than the average sodbuster out on the Plains sees in a hard lifetime.”
“You might underestimate the dangers of farm life.”
“Mebbe. Point still stands.”
“It does.”
She thought about it a moment. She hated being at odds with her life mate. Especially since, in the end, she willingly placed her life and survival in his hands on a daily basis.
But if he’d wanted a meek and mild little helpmate, their track was littered with potential applicants for the job. He’d picked her, which meant he wanted what she had to give. Her fire and her honesty were two of those things.
“As I say, I can’t fully account for why I feel so drawn to her. Mebbe it’s my maternal instincts kicking in late. Mebbe it’s just that...it takes a toll, you know? Having to abandon innocence to its fate time and again. When we don’t go and trash it ourselves. Because it means surviving for another day of—surviving.”
“I know that. I wish I had more to offer you. And the others. But the best I’ve got is, if we don’t survive the next minute, the next hour doesn’t matter a spent shell casing. When you’re on the last train west, all bets are off.”
For a moment they sat in silence. Something about their manner kept the rest of the gaudy-house staff and patrons steering well clear of them. Even the freckle-faced boy who’d brought them their now-neglected drinks.
She reached out and patted his hand.
“I know you do your best, lover,” she said. “And no one else could do half as well. Just promise me that we’re looking for something better.”
His winter-sky eye fixed unwaveringly on hers.
“You know I can’t promise happily-ever-after, Krysty.”
“You can’t promise a comet won’t land on top of us either. Promise me that we’re still looking.”
He sighed again.
“There’s got to be more than this, Krysty, something better that’s staying just out of reach. If it comes our way, I wouldn’t say no.”
“Why are you really so reluctant to let her come along with us, lover?”
Ryan rubbed his chin. Even over the tinkling piano and loud gaudy joviality, she could hear the bristles rasp.
“I can’t really put my finger on it,” he said. “There’s just something...weird about her, you know?”
For a moment she gazed at him with her emerald eyes. She knew what kind of a bewitching effect they had on him.
She gave her hair another twitch. Ever so slightly.
He laughed. “Point taken. I should know better than to try to get one past you, Krysty.”
“You know,” she said, sipping her beer, “you really should.”
Ryan looked around. Their friends seemed occupied and as safe here and now as they ever were anywhere.
“You know,” he said, “with what we got paid for that job from Hamarville, and what Baron Dugan’s giving us for this next gig, we could spring for a private room, just for you and me. What do you say we go check it out?”
A third of her beer remained in her mug. She tossed it back in a single swallow. Then she wiped her mouth, smiled and set the mug down with a decisive thump.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, rising to her feet.
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