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    Hollis returned his attention to the kid. "Now, where were we, little fella?"
    "This cot is filthy! I probably have fleas and you people won't even let me take a bath!"
    Hollis's left eye started to twitch. "Miz Pierce, you got a basin of water, a sponge, and a cake of soap back there. Why don't ya put it to good use and wash out that big mouth of yours?"
    "Well! I beg your pardon!"
    "My pardon? You got it, Miz Pierce. Just shut yer yap and let us get back to our game."
    "Fine and dandy. I'll manage with what I got, but you just be sure to keep your lustful manly eyes to yourself out there, Deputy McGee."
    Hollis picked up his playing cards. Lustful? He tilted his head to peer up at the mirror. She had her foot up on the bunk and looked to be wrestling to get her shoe off. He reckoned next time he rounded the corner, he would have to watch out for one of those pointy little shoes to come flying out at him from between the cell bars.
    The kid drummed stubby fingers on the desk. "Deputy McGee, how many cards do you want?"
    "Two." Hollis slapped down a pair of cards, then hawked and sent a sleek jet of tobacco juice directly into the spittoon at his feet. It was nearly empty and made a delightful little ting! Hollis loved that little ting! He prided himself on his marksmanship.
    Hollis glanced up at the mirror before returning to the cards in his hand. Then he almost fell off his chair. He jerked his eyes back up to the mirror. She was unbuttoning her dress. Surely, she wasn't going to ...? Surely, she wouldn't! Would she?
    Hollis looked away and felt a hot blush creep up his neck. He took the two cards the kid offered and threw in a matchstick to bet.
    As the kid mulled over the cards in his hand, Hollis snuck another peek at the mirror. Her dress was off, revealing some flimsy cotton doohickey-thing she wore beneath. Sunlight filtered into the cell through the bars of the small window above the cot. When she turned sideways, ever so slightly, Hollis thought he could almost see through the doohickey-thing.
    "Deputy McGee?"
    Hollis jumped and looked back at the boy. "What's that?"
    "I raised you one. It's your turn."
    Hollis tried to concentrate on his hand. Constable Mears had never said what he should do under these particular circumstances. Should he march on back there and demand that she cease and desist?
    What if Constable Mears returned to find his prisoner stripped down to her whites? Would Hollis be in trouble? And then another thought occurred to him, a thought that darn near starched his shorts. What if she went even farther than her whites? What if she stripped down until she was buck naked ?
    Hollis's gaze flew back to the mirror. She was stepping out of her petticoat! Geez damn! The fellas down at Moreland's Saloon were never going to believe this!
    The kid sighed. "Are you in or out, Deputy McGee?"
    Hollis threw in two matchsticks. "Call and raise one." He loosened his collar. He was starting to sweat.
    The kid threw down his hand. "I'm out."
    Hollis took his winnings and quickly gathered up the cards, trying to be inconspicuous as he observed his comely prisoner in the mirror. She was removing her stockings. He caught a glimpse of a smooth, shapely calf ...
    The boy spoke. "Deputy McGee?"
    "Hmmmmm?" Hollis kept one eye on the mirror as he shuffled. She had one bare naked foot perched up on the bunk again and was swishing the water in the basin with one hand, making soapsuds.
    "Deputy, I got to go to the outhouse."
    Hollis tore his eyes from the mirror to glare at the kid. "What? Now?"
    "Yes, now." The boy fumbled in his seat.
    "Well, can't ya just hold it?"
    The kid frowned. "Why do I need to hold it?"
    Hollis threw a desperate glance at the mirror. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she squeezed a sponge against the hollow of her neck. Hollis's mouth dropped open as a gush of water soaked through the front of her undergarments.
    Hollis flapped a hand at the kid. "Well, git