>>With a hand on the one arm man’s back, she extended an invitation, “Why don’t you two come by the Belle tonight, and I can show my ‘preciation over a couple drinks, on the house.”<<<br/><br/>Jeb turned toward Victoria, "Well thank you Ma'am, I'll do that. But only if I can find a bath and a clean shirt a'fore then. I wouldn't want to scare off your payin' customers" He watched them go, tipping his hat in a sign of respect at Cassie. Female pistoleros were rare, but almost always deadly fast and women do not miss. Jeb was glad he'd never had to clear leather against one. Attempting to rejoin the other women, they were immediately accosted by the cowpoke playing newspaper reporter. Last thing Jeb needed was to appear in the newspaper,  best he leave. With locals training guns on the wounded banditos, Jeb felt safe in returning to the barber turned print shop.<br/><br/>"The ladies are tough in this town, those poor lovin' banditos never stood a chance. And Miss Jules, I am truly sorry for spillin' the breakfast you made, it was delicious, the cornbread especial." Jeb picked up his dishes from the dirt and took them inside. Returning to the porch, he stood by Jules, "That five dollar wage your boastful sister offered for movin' yer contraption there. Well, I've got a proposition for ya. You can keep yer money, if'n we can come to an agreement 'bout somethin' else. You keep yer money, and my name never appears in yer newspaper, good description neither. That oughta be worth my share of a five dollar wage, dont ya think?"