Just then a cowboy walked up and pushed his hat back on his head as he leaned against the bar alongside Storm. “Well, what’d ya know? A hot wind just blew in from hell. What the hell are you doin’ here, Storm? Ain’t you supposed to be out scarin’ small children or somethin’?”
“Shut up, Slim. I just came into town to get some things I need.”
“Does that include a gut full of whiskey?”
“It includes a woman,” Storm said irritably.
“A woman? What’s the matter? Got a little itch?”
“Not that kind of itch,” Storm said as he looked at the cowboy with a question in his eyes. “Hey, Slim…you and me, we’re about the same age, ain’t we?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“So, how come you ain’t got a woman by now?”
“You mean married?”
Storm gave a slight shrug. “I guess.”
“I don’t know. I guess I just ain’t found the right one yet.”
“The right woman?”
“No, the right horse.”
“Slim…”
“All right. I just mean that every man has a woman that’s just right for him.”