OOM - 1893 - San Francisco
For once, this isn't a trail somewhere in Laredo, or a hay loft in East Juarez. It's the dining room of the Horseshoe Club, and Dixie's just ordered a bottle of wine and a filet mignon. She keeps an eye on the grandfather clock just barely visible in the cloakroom as the minutes tick by. Brisco said he wanted to talk before he left town on another bounty, and since talking with him is a brand-new concept she's shown up in her finest dress, the lilac one with the high neck, complete with starched lace gloves.
Whether this is a date or not she can't tell. After all, planning doesn't quite suit the two of them.
Whether this is a date or not she can't tell. After all, planning doesn't quite suit the two of them.