“No.”
“Just one.”
“If you ask for more, I’ll move.”
I kissed her, then held her tight and kissed her again, and again after that. I could feel her lips get hot under mine. “Roger, I don’t want you to kiss me that way.”
“Why not? We love each other, don’t we?”
“I’ve told you why not.”
I held her tighter, and her lips got hotter, and I knew I was going to have her. But when I did, she cried, and kept on crying.
9
W HEN HE FOUND OUT HE could trust me, Hale wanted me back, because things went sour under the new super, and he felt I brought him good luck. That was why he worked on Mrs. Finn that I could stay there, and told her Morina was just a girl I had known back home, and I wouldn’t be surprised he said she was my cousin. Anyhow, I didn’t have to look up any new place, and he began making the best propositions I ever had, beginning with a raise, and maybe some stock, and whatever I had in mind. But those three or four weeks, when I needed a new bandage every day, I had gone down to D Street, and when I didn’t mention what had happened, she didn’t, and we’d sit on the back porch in the afternoon, and look down at the trees in the flats four or five miles away, the only patch of green you could see anywhere around. And sometimes Biloxi would sit with us, and if Renny came out there they’d talk French, but mostly he stayed inside and practiced the piano. The square one was gone now, and a big grand was in its place. Sometimes Haines would come over, and if he was sober, and they were doing Italian selections with high notes in them, he could shoot a nice piece of silver, I’ll say that for him. And the other girls would come out there, but I didn’t care much for them. Two or three of them, Reiner’s Mexican girl Lola, Chinchin the half-Chinese girl, and Pat Kelly the New York chorus girl, were pretty enough, but dumber than hell and they fought a lot. I was with Morina, though, that was the main thing, and I’d try to forget what went on at night, and for an hour or two be happy. In her room was a photograph of an hombre in uniform, and when I asked who he was she said: “My husband.” It was the first I knew she’d been married to a Venezuelan general in Caracas, and only came to Virginia City when he got killed in a street fight.
But I wanted those afternoons, and if I went back with Hale I couldn’t have them. I kept thinking about my shooting, and one evening I went back to the same old gully to see how it felt to use a gun again. But at the first shot, what that stock did to the palm of my hand almost knocked me over with pain. The next night, though, I tried it with a little leather guard I had a shoemaker make me, and it was better, though the gun popped off it like a pickle off a fork. When I got a little soft leather pad, and a strap to hold it in place, I could hardly feel anything at all, and I began the same old schedule I’d followed before, popping at playing cards to start off with, and then when the rabbits came out, drawing and wheeling and firing at them, for speed. In a week or two I was as good as I ever was, and marched myself down to the Esperanza, one of the big gambling halls on C Street, the morning after the lookout quit, on account of a little trouble with a dissatisfied customer, horizontally. The proprietor was named Rocco, the son of an Italian charcoal-burner on the Sierra. He didn’t pay much attention when I applied for the job. “You look a little young to me, son.”
“It’s a young fool’s job, isn’t it?”
“It’s a shooting job.”
“Anything around here you particularly want shot?”
“Out back, as it happens, there is.”
“Then let’s go out back.”
“I’ll get you a gun.”
“I might have one, if I looked.”
He tried to see where I was carrying it, but by now it lay so snug you could hardly see it. He led the way out back, and tiptoed to a privy that had a board fence running back of it and a lattice
“Just one.”
“If you ask for more, I’ll move.”
I kissed her, then held her tight and kissed her again, and again after that. I could feel her lips get hot under mine. “Roger, I don’t want you to kiss me that way.”
“Why not? We love each other, don’t we?”
“I’ve told you why not.”
I held her tighter, and her lips got hotter, and I knew I was going to have her. But when I did, she cried, and kept on crying.
9
W HEN HE FOUND OUT HE could trust me, Hale wanted me back, because things went sour under the new super, and he felt I brought him good luck. That was why he worked on Mrs. Finn that I could stay there, and told her Morina was just a girl I had known back home, and I wouldn’t be surprised he said she was my cousin. Anyhow, I didn’t have to look up any new place, and he began making the best propositions I ever had, beginning with a raise, and maybe some stock, and whatever I had in mind. But those three or four weeks, when I needed a new bandage every day, I had gone down to D Street, and when I didn’t mention what had happened, she didn’t, and we’d sit on the back porch in the afternoon, and look down at the trees in the flats four or five miles away, the only patch of green you could see anywhere around. And sometimes Biloxi would sit with us, and if Renny came out there they’d talk French, but mostly he stayed inside and practiced the piano. The square one was gone now, and a big grand was in its place. Sometimes Haines would come over, and if he was sober, and they were doing Italian selections with high notes in them, he could shoot a nice piece of silver, I’ll say that for him. And the other girls would come out there, but I didn’t care much for them. Two or three of them, Reiner’s Mexican girl Lola, Chinchin the half-Chinese girl, and Pat Kelly the New York chorus girl, were pretty enough, but dumber than hell and they fought a lot. I was with Morina, though, that was the main thing, and I’d try to forget what went on at night, and for an hour or two be happy. In her room was a photograph of an hombre in uniform, and when I asked who he was she said: “My husband.” It was the first I knew she’d been married to a Venezuelan general in Caracas, and only came to Virginia City when he got killed in a street fight.
But I wanted those afternoons, and if I went back with Hale I couldn’t have them. I kept thinking about my shooting, and one evening I went back to the same old gully to see how it felt to use a gun again. But at the first shot, what that stock did to the palm of my hand almost knocked me over with pain. The next night, though, I tried it with a little leather guard I had a shoemaker make me, and it was better, though the gun popped off it like a pickle off a fork. When I got a little soft leather pad, and a strap to hold it in place, I could hardly feel anything at all, and I began the same old schedule I’d followed before, popping at playing cards to start off with, and then when the rabbits came out, drawing and wheeling and firing at them, for speed. In a week or two I was as good as I ever was, and marched myself down to the Esperanza, one of the big gambling halls on C Street, the morning after the lookout quit, on account of a little trouble with a dissatisfied customer, horizontally. The proprietor was named Rocco, the son of an Italian charcoal-burner on the Sierra. He didn’t pay much attention when I applied for the job. “You look a little young to me, son.”
“It’s a young fool’s job, isn’t it?”
“It’s a shooting job.”
“Anything around here you particularly want shot?”
“Out back, as it happens, there is.”
“Then let’s go out back.”
“I’ll get you a gun.”
“I might have one, if I looked.”
He tried to see where I was carrying it, but by now it lay so snug you could hardly see it. He led the way out back, and tiptoed to a privy that had a board fence running back of it and a lattice
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