San Francisco, July, 1893
It used to be far easier to get a nice little meal and a cozy tete a tete. At least that's what Dixie says to herself for the millionth time today as she strides up the back staircase of a club of ill-repute in a badly-fitting black wig. Her incredibly brief time with the senator has managed to land her in extremely hot water and now a bunch of very nasty men want her pretty little neck on a blade, just because of an ill-placed recording device.
Oh, it's always about the wrong place, the wrong time...but she's standing right next to the right man. She doesn't have the cylinder on her, but she knows where it is - and until then she'll enjoy whatever time she can eke out with Brisco at her side. She's almost preening as the door opens....
Oh, it's always about the wrong place, the wrong time...but she's standing right next to the right man. She doesn't have the cylinder on her, but she knows where it is - and until then she'll enjoy whatever time she can eke out with Brisco at her side. She's almost preening as the door opens....