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John Selman!"
    "Here in El Paso?" she exclaimed.
    "Indeed," came the reply. "And not so long ago, either. Only a few years back."
    "Oh, I've seen more than that little scrape in my time," the old man recalled, his blue eyes misting with memory. "I've seen buffalo cover the plains and wild Indians riding on the warpath to glory. I've seen covered wagons rush the horizon and the first telegraph wires strung. " He glanced down at Amelia. "Just about your age, I were, when I came here and settled with my brothers. My, my, Amelia, them was hard days. Real hard days. Comanche wars hadn't ended then. There were a man burned alive on this very ranch…"
    "Mr. Singleton!" Enid hissed.
    He stopped, remembered himself, and cleared his throat as he saw Amelia's wide, shocked eyes. "I do beg your pardon, Amelia. I forget sometimes."
    "Oh, that's… that's quite all right," she faltered.
    "Come along, Amelia, we'll let Mr. Singleton buy us a nice ice cream soda, and we'll talk about some pleasant things!" she added with a meaningful glance at their companion.
    "Yes, ma'am," he said obediently.
    On the way to the soda parlor, they passed the city's famous alligator pit, and Amelia had to stop and watch the creatures as food was tossed down to them by various passersby.
    "Dangerous varmints," Mr. Singleton muttered with evident disapproval. "Ate Don Harris's foot off, they did, and the city fathers had the gall to say he asked for it!"
    "He certainly did," Enid said with a jerk of her head. "He took off his shoe and sock and stuck his foot in there, didn't he?"
    "Weren't no call for that gator to bite it off," Mr. Singleton argued.
    "Perhaps it hadn't been fed," Amelia ventured, watching the strange dead eyes of an alligator that seemed to be looking back at her.
    "Ate two chickens that very morning," the old man argued. "Wish they'd close that thing down."
    "Just make sure you don't wander too close to it," Enid cautioned Amelia. "Now, let's get some ice cream. It's very warm out here today!"
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    They were late getting back, because Enid had wanted some new patterns and cloth. There was a fiesta coming up at the end of the week, she told Amelia, and they'd have just enough time to sew new dresses for it.
    Enid had insisted that Amelia choose a bolt of fabric for herself, and when
the younger woman leaned toward pearl gray, Enid had immediately insisted on a
gay lavender.
    "But this is more than I can afford," Amelia had protested.
    Enid had gently but firmly had her way. The cloth was cut and wrapped, matched with thread, and taken out of the shop.
    "You'll look lovely in it," Enid chided. "It's little enough recompense for all your help with Marie's children this week. You've been constantly watching them."
    "I've enjoyed it, and Marie hasn't felt well at all."
    "She's been frail since she lost her husband," Enid replied. "We all thought this would be a good holiday for her, and it has been. You've brought her out of her depression. I'm very grateful. Marie has been like a daughter to me."
    "She's very sweet."
    "Will you mind if I tell you that you're very sweet, too, my dear?" Enid asked gently. "I'm enjoying your company."
    "And I yours," Amelia replied. She gnawed on her lower lip. "This fiesta, is it going to be here?"
    "Why, no. It will be at the Valverdes," Enid said. "But we're all invited. We don't stand on ceremony when there's a party. Everyone comes."
    Amelia hesitated. She didn't like the Valverde heiress, and the woman certainly didn't like her.
    "Don't worry so. You'll have a good time. Hurry, now, and change for dinner. Rosa made her famous fried chicken. Can't you smell it? It's my favorite!"
    Amelia didn't argue. She went to dress, already dreading the party she could see she wouldn't be able to avoid attending. It would be torment to watch King dancing with the other woman, rubbing his distaste for her in her face.
Chapter Three
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    A t dinner King sat at the head of the table looking