12
Spur
“No more about the mine. How are you feeling?” I asked.
Lil lifted her hand and waved it at me, frowned. Her skin had a yellowish tinge to it and I knew her liver was not well. “I feel like I’m dying. Tell me about your wife.”
“Piper,” Lane said.
She gave Lane a steely gaze. “Yes, Piper.”
“She has bright red hair and a fiery personality to match.” I told her about seeing her for the first time in the saloon in Pueblo, how she’d handled the angered man with words and a gun. I couldn’t help the smile, thinking back on it now. I’d been impressed then and even more so now. Lane, though, was still riled about the incident, how she was not thinking for a moment about her own safety.
“I think I’ll like her very much,” she said. “Reminds me of me when I was young.”
I remembered bac
