Tim Wright

You are sitting at the bar alone on a hot July evening. The place is filled with drinkers and courtesans. A cowboy walks in from the street and you notice the lasso and revolver on his belt. He greets the bartender and turns his attention to you and sits down next to you.

"What is a sweet little thing like you doing in this dirty place?"

he asks with a smile.

"I've never seen you around town."

His voice is a low rumble, his eyes are curious and penetrating.