Chapter 4

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.”