A cloud of cigar smoke hangs over a couch.
Drifting away slowly in the breeze. Below, leaning back comfortably with her scuffed and dusty cowboy boots up on the coffee table and a hideous old battered straw cowboy hat pulled over her face, a tiny brunette woman sits seemingly at ease.
Those who can read such things will see tension and alertness in her body language, and those who might try to scan her mentally will hit the equivalent of a brick wall. And anyone who might for some reason be waving around a metal detector would have no trouble finding her at all.
She's been here for several hours, listening to the comings and goings and questions, and thinking things over as she got herself a PINpoint and got it programmed.
Finally, she sits up slightly and moves the hat to her lap, disclosing a delicately strong boned face and a set of dark eyes that hold the wary gleam of a wolf.
"Alright. I gotta question fer ya. Say ya gotta couple good friends, a guy 'n a gal. 'N y've always known the gal was sweet on the guy... but ya jes' found out that the guy's sweet on you. What ought ya ta do in a case like that?"
Those who can read such things will see tension and alertness in her body language, and those who might try to scan her mentally will hit the equivalent of a brick wall. And anyone who might for some reason be waving around a metal detector would have no trouble finding her at all.
She's been here for several hours, listening to the comings and goings and questions, and thinking things over as she got herself a PINpoint and got it programmed.
Finally, she sits up slightly and moves the hat to her lap, disclosing a delicately strong boned face and a set of dark eyes that hold the wary gleam of a wolf.
"Alright. I gotta question fer ya. Say ya gotta couple good friends, a guy 'n a gal. 'N y've always known the gal was sweet on the guy... but ya jes' found out that the guy's sweet on you. What ought ya ta do in a case like that?"