everybodyâs calling you.â Saul winked. âMenâll be riding in from miles around to see that signature and sleep in her bed . . . after sheâs gone, of course. Iâll have a big sign put on the door. TEMPERANCE TEMPEST ROOM .â
Lucky shook his head. Life was never dull in the Bend. Maybe because the denizens wouldnât let it be.
Tempest covered her mouth with her hand, but chuckles escaped around her fingers.
âWhat about Big Jimâs bar?â Lucky was unable to think of another thing to say since the situation was so crazy.
âBig confab over at the Red River Saloon. Theyâre trying to figure out how to fix Lulu.â
âCouldnât they get the artist to help?â Tempest asked.
âSome Eastern tenderfoot carved the bar, drank his whiskey in payment, and left town,â Saul said.
âWhereâd he go?â she asked.
âThatâs the trouble. Nobody knows.â Saul stroked his mustache. âAnd nobody much cared till today.â
âI doubt itâs fixable,â Lucky said.
âDonât say that out loud,â Saul warned. âItâs one thing for Miss Tempest to get the rough side of Big Jimâs tongue and be abandoned by her temperance league. Itâs quite another to say the cut she put in Lulu canât be healed.â
âOkay,â Lucky said. âNot another word. I delivered Miss Tempest to the hotel and into your care. Now whereâs my room?â
âNext door to the Temperance Tempest Room.â Saul pointed toward the stairs. âIf youâll see Miss Tempest to her new abode, Iâll get Joseph to work on that sign. And Mama Lou will bring supper later.â
âAm I included in the vittles?â Luckyâs stomach rumbled at the thought of good food.
Saul frowned. âNo. Itâs courtesy of the hotel and Mama Louâs Café for Miss Tempest. But thereâll probably be enough for two.â
âIf youâre hungry, Iâll share,â Tempest said.
âMama Louâs the best cook in town.â Saul hurried out from behind his desk. âIâll be back in a minute.â He stopped at the front door and looked back. âOh, yes, Manny over at Mannyâs Stable said to tell you that heâs got a gentle mare you can borrow anytime you need her.â
Lucky watched Saul hurry out the door, then turned back to Tempest. âAre you normally this lucky?â
âIâve never had so many people be so kind to me. I wish now I hadnât hurt their bar,â she said wistfully. âMaybe itâs because they donât know me.â
âMore likely they recognize you as one of their own.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âThe Bend is a town of outsiders, outlaws, and independents.â
âThatâs not me.â
He cocked his head, studying her. He didnât think she knew herself very well, or sheâd lived her life according to societyâs rules till now. One day soon she might come to realize that she was no ordinary young lady. She appeared to draw out the best and the worst in people. That could be a gift or a curse, depending on how it influenced her or others.
She was a mystery heâd like to unravel, but he didnât have time to satisfy personal curiosity or pleasure. He was here to meet somebody and get a job done before it was too late.
âLetâs get you settled upstairs,â he said.
âYouâve been kind to me. Iâm sorry about your room. I donât expect the best. Anything will do. Letâs go switch before Saul gets back.â She quickly headed for the stairs.
He watched her walk away with her long skirts swaying in a way that made a man stop thinking with the head on his shoulders.
Chapter 6
Tempest waited at the top of the stairs. She didnât understand the sudden turn of events. How could she have gone from being the most unpopular woman in the Bend