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archly, leaning toward him a bit to give him a better view of her barely restrained breasts. "More whiskey?" She had served
them a full bottle a short time before, and it was already
better than half-empty.

    "The whiskey will do for starters, then come back and
join us, and bring a friend," Devlin instructed expansively, glancing back to the bar where another girl
stood.
    Josie's eyes lit up at the prospect. "I'll be right back."
She sashayed back to the bar to place her order and to
speak to Frenchie, the other barmaid.
    "What do you think, Clay?" Devlin teased. "Are you
in the mood for a blonde or a brunette?"
    Clay shrugged. "One woman's the same as any other,
Devlin. Seems the blonde's caught your eye, so I'll settle
for the brunette."
    Devlin grinned wickedly at his friend as he finished
off his glass of whiskey and poured another. "Your
generosity knows no bounds."
    Clay returned his smile as he, too, refilled his glass.
"Anything for a friend."
    The girls approached the table then, carrying another bottle and the extra glasses, and Clay reached out
to snare the dark-haired saloon girl around the waist.
She gave a squeal of delight as he hauled her down onto
his lap, then quickly threw her arms around him and
planted a hot, wet kiss on his mouth. She'd been watching this one since he'd come in a short time before and
definitely thought him the handsomest of the two, with
his broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped physique. She
even found his beard intriguing, although she imagined
he'd look even better without it.
    "What's your name, handsome?" she cooed when she
came up for air.
    "Clay, what's yours?"
    "Frenchie," the brunette told him with a wide, inviting smile.
    "Well, Frenchie, let's have a drink and see what kind
of excitement the rest of the night might bring."

    Frenchie giggled loudly as she wriggled her hips
suggestively in his lap. "I can hardly wait to see what
comes up..."
    Josie did not wait for Devlin to grab her but went
willingly into his arms. She kissed him excitingly as she
lay half-prone across his lap. Without preamble, she
took his hand and pressed it to her ample bosom, not
caring that most everyone in the saloon was watching.
    "We're going to have a good time tonight," Josie
promised him in a husky voice, unaware that an elderly,
distinguished-looking Californio had approached their
table and was watching them with something akin to
distaste.
    "Excuse me."
    The stern precision of the intruder's tone stopped
both Clay and Devlin in their playful pursuits. Both
men glanced up in annoyance at the stranger who'd
dared to interrupt them. The last, long weeks they'd
spent tracking down Denton had taken their toll on
them. They were here to relax for a while, to live it up
and enjoy life, which they were obviously trying to do.
    "What can we do for you?" Devlin asked, eyeing the
dignified, Hispanic man and wondering what he
wanted.
    "I'm looking for a gentleman by the name of Cordell-Clay Cordell, to be exact." It irked Luis to think
that this dirty looking, bearded man might be Cordell,
but he certainly matched Rafael's description.
    "Who wants to know?" Devlin demanded.
    "My name is Luis Alvarez, and I have a business
proposition to discuss with Mr. Cordell. If one of you
gentlemen is he." Luis tensed, annoyed that this lowlife,
who was so boldly and openly fondling the whore
sprawled across his lap, would dare to question him.
    Clay maintained an aura of coolness as he studied
this Alvarez. He kept one arm nonchalantly around
Frenchie's waist, yet his gun hand was resting on the
handle of his revolver, just in case this man's business proposition wasn't friendly.

    "I'm Cordell" he answered curtly, his gaze never
wavering from the man's face.
    "I must speak with you, Mr. Cordell," Luis announced in his usual imperious tone. "Alone."
    Clay, however, took orders from no man, and this
man's attitude put him off. "I don't think so, Mr....
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