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me?” The man laughed. “Yeah, I know I don’t look like much. There was a time, though, when I was a lot of man.”
    â€œI can believe that.”
    â€œWell, I know what you had to eat at the café,” the lawman said. “I know your friend left and you had peach pie for dessert.”
    â€œThen I guess you know where my friend is?”
    â€œHe hit a couple of the saloons,” the sheriff said. “Still in one, I bet.”
    â€œWell, he’s also looking for Cole Damon,” Clint said. “I’d like to find him first.”
    â€œWhich one of you wants to kill ’im?”
    â€œNot me.”
    â€œYour friend?”
    â€œHe’s got information that says Damon killed his brother.”
    â€œAnd you?” the sheriff asked. “Why do you want to find him?”
    â€œI want to ask him if he did it or not.”
    â€œSo you’ll give him a chance to talk and your friend won’t?”
    â€œThat’s about the size of it.”
    â€œWell,” the sheriff said, “if your friend hasn’t already found him in one of the saloons, you’ll find him over at Carlotta’s.”
    â€œCarlotta’s?”
    â€œCathouse.”
    â€œOkay, thanks.”
    â€œHey?”
    Clint stopped at the door.
    â€œWhat’s your name?”
    â€œClint Adams.”
    â€œFor real?” The old man’s eyes brightened.
    â€œYes, for real.”
    â€œWell, sonofagun,” the man said. “My name’s Jeremiah M. Atticus. I’m seventy years old, and you’re the first famous person I ever met in my life. You’ll probably be the last.”
    â€œLet’s hope not, Sheriff,” Clint said.
    â€œLook, Mr. Adams,” Atticus said, “you do what you gotta do in my town, and I’ll be right here if you need me. Okay?”
    â€œOkay, Sheriff.”
    â€œAnd if you want a decent steak, go to Molly’s up the street.”
    â€œSure thing. Thanks.”

TWELVE
    When Clint reached the whorehouse, he found a falling-down two-story wood-frame house that had actually seen some repairs. Probably just enough to make sure it remained standing.
    He mounted the steps and knocked on the door. A pretty girl in a see-through nightie opened it. He could see her belly button, and her brown nipples. She had big blue eyes, a cute nose, and a cupid’s bow mouth. He wondered if she was even fifteen.
    â€œYou lookin’ for love, mister?”
    â€œIf I was, I wouldn’t be here, darlin’,” he said. “I’m looking for a man named Cole Damon. Is he here?”
    â€œI think so,” she said. “If he is, he’s with Miss Carlotta.”
    â€œWell, could I come in and maybe you could find out for me?”
    â€œSure,” she said. “Come on in.”
    He entered, looked to the right into a parlor filled with girls. Seemed like a lot of whores for this town.
    â€œWe serve the whole county,” she said, as if reading his mind.
    â€œI’m sure you do. What’s your name?”
    â€œLila. What’s yours?” she asked. “Miss Carlotta is gonna ask me.”
    â€œMy name is Clint Adams.”
    â€œI’ll check with Miss Carlotta.”
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    Just moments before the girl knocked on Carlotta’s door, Cole Damon had her legs spread wide and was driving his stiff penis in and out of her. She was grunting and moaning, but as a pro, she did not ever scream or yell out loud. Damon, however, let go with a loud growl as he exploded into her, a sound the girl heard while she was walking down the hall to the room. That was how she knew they were done when she knocked on the door.
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    â€œWhat?” Carlotta yelled as Damon dismounted.
    â€œMiss Carlotta, there’s a fella here lookin for Mr. Damon.”
    Carlotta looked at Damon.
    â€œIs he a lawman?” Damon called out.
    â€œNo,