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always asking me to sort out this guy or that.’
         ‘Well, I suppose if you're gonna have someone keep botherin' you then you want her to look like that hey Ken?’ said Bill, with a wink.
         Ken rubbed his bushy beard for a moment before answering. ‘Well, if I'm honest she ain’t really my type.’
         ‘Oh I get it, on account of the red hair? Or is it you like the bigger ladies?’
         ‘I’d say more on account that she’s my daughter,’ said Ken with a smile.
    Bill felt himself blushing. ‘Well, I bet you can’t guess who feels like a horses pecker?’
          Ken laughs, ‘No need for that Bill. She sure is a good lookin' girl my Gina, gets all her looks from her mother god bless her soul.’
         ‘Oh you lost her? Im sorry to hear that Ken.’
         ‘Oh I lost her, but not to death, she ran off with a medicine salesman who passed through the town a few years back. I ain’t got no idea where she is now but I do know that salesman was an alcoholic and a gambler, so I reckon her soul needs all the blessin' she can get.’
    Bill laughed for a moment before raising his hand . ‘Im sorry, I shouldn't laugh, that just tickled me is all.’
         ‘Laugh all you want Sheriff. Life is full of shit and hardships and I reckon that the time we are laughin' is time not spent feelin' miserable as shit… and I'm all for that.’ Ken said slapping a hand down on the table.
         Bill laughed again before sitting back in his seat and focusing on Ken. He liked him. He decided the man wasn't stupid and Bill also knew they would work well together. 
          ‘So Deputy, what do we have first on today’s agenda?’
         ‘Don’t you want to drop you cases off first? Get yourself settled in?’ asked Ken.
          ‘Ken, I've been sat ridin' in a coach since yesterday afternoon and I've been bored to shit. I want to get to work, I can get settled later,’ replied Bill and drank the rest of the whiskey in his glass.
          ‘Whatever you say Sheriff,’ Ken said slapping the table again. ‘Well, it’s been kind of quiet around here for the last few days, but if you want we can go and visit Big John Duggan? He's the guy thats been givin' the girls at the whorehouse some shit of late with not payin' and pushin'  em around.’
         ‘Whorehouse? I wish they would come up a different name for those places,’ said Bill.
          ‘Well, even if they were to change the name it’s still the same kind of place ain’t it? Oh, and before you ask me, Gina ain’t and never has been a whore. She runs the place for old Eleanor Boatreen who just got too old to cope with the day to day stuff. They are nice girls that work there, just fallen on hard times most of em for one reason or another and they are part of this town so we need to take care of em.’
         ‘I totally agree. So who is this man we are going to see?’
         ‘Big John Duggan lives just on the edge of town with his wife. He’s done a bit of work for Blackwater over the years, but he is unreliable and prone to drink and women.’
         ‘His wife, but he uses the whorehouse?’
         ‘Yup, and let me tell ya his wife is a lovely lady. Tiny little thing, shy as a field mouse but sweet as can be. Some say he pushes her around when he's drunk and some say they've seen her with bruises and that, but I've never seen it. I've been up there a couple of times after I've been told she’s been lookin' a little beat on, but she never answers the door to me. My guess is she is scared of what he might do if he finds out sh’s been talkin' about him. Or perhaps she just straight up loves the fella and don’t want to see him locked up. Either way there isn’t a lot I can do if she won’t talk. Im all for helpin' folks but they gotta do a little for themselves too if you know what I'm sayin'.
          ‘I know exactly what you mean Deputy. This guy sounds like a nice piece