Guild always kept his fingers on the handle of his .44. Just in case.
âYou want a shave?â the other barber asked him when his customer got up. The barber started brushing the man off with an almost comically long whisk broom.
âNo thanks.â
âHaircut, then?â
âNo, thanks.â
âYou just going to sit here, then?â
âLooks that way, doesnât it?â
The barber muttered something under his breath, and then busied himself gussying up his station.
Sarah would reason with him and heâd finally see and agree with her reasoning. How it would be better for everybody if Beth and he would just get on the train and get out of town. No gunfight out at Adairâs ranch, nothing like that at all. Just a nice quick train trip to a new location and a new life.
And after they had left by train, so would Sarah and Frank. There was a time when that had been their favorite treat, going on train trips. And it would be like that again. Only better. Because Frank was older and more mature, and this time there wouldnât be that sick-in-the-stomach, twitching-hands anxiety every time he saw a new pretty face. Because now Frank was beyond that. He would see, by the end of this day, how true her love was, how important her love was. Then he would be the Frank sheâd always wanted, the safe Frank, the kind Frank, the loving Frank.
This would all come true as soon as Ben Rittenauer left the barber shop and she could talk to him a minute or two.
Rittenauer said, still in the barber chair, âI take it you heard about Beth.â
âI heard.â
âI knew sheâd come back. She always does.â
âIâm happy for you.â
Rittenauer grinned. âYou donât think much of her, do you?â
âNot when there are women like Sarah around.â
âIsnât that the same Sarah who left you for Frank Evans?â
âThat still doesnât make her like Beth.â
Anger showed in Rittenauerâs face. âIâd go real easy on Beth if I was you, friend.â
âIâll remember that.â
Guild knew not to push it anymore. Heâd had his say. You didnât push a man like Ben Rittenauer about his woman. That was just crazy.
Sheâd be in a picture hat and Frank would be in a suit. Theyâd be walking along the bay in San Francisco, and thereâd be vast white-sailed schooners in the gentle blue waters and summer green trees against the blue sky in the hills surrounding the bay.
And Sarah would know peace againâshe would sleep nights through, and have her old appetite back. She would not lie in the darkness and sob so uselessly for hoursâshe would know peace again. And FrankâFrank would know peace for the first time in his life.
âDonât make me smell like a whore.â
âNo, sir, Mr. Rittenauer.â
âA little bit of that stuff does just fine.â
âYes, sir, Mr. Rittenauer.â
Guild had to agree with Rittenauer about that. Barbers always put so much bay rum on you, you smelled like a walking cathouse.
The barber was carefulâsome might say scared carefulâwith the bay rum and even more careful with the whisk broom.
Rittenauer walked over to the mirror and had a look at himself. âHandsome son of a bitch, arenât I?â he said to Guildâs reflection.
âDownright beautiful.â
Rittenauer turned back to the barber. âHere you go,â he said. He gave the man a decent tip, too.
âGood luck, Mr. Rittenauer,â the barber said.
Rittenauer put on his white hat. âYou should be telling that to Frank Evans.â
âReckon I should be,â the barber said.
Rittenauer nodded to the idlers. They looked as thrilled as young girls that a famous gunfighter would take any kind of note of them at all.
âYou boys be good,â Rittenauer said.
They all grinned their hateful hick grins and nodded their
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