“Barkeep?”
A tall girl, dark hair and blue eyes, maybe 24, tight Lee Jeans, about 6’1” in cowboy boots walked down to him.
“What’ll it be?”
“A shot and a draw.”
A minute later she slid the bar whiskey and mug in front of him.
He laid a century note on the bar.
“Oh, sweetie,” she said, “we do pay as you go.”
Jody paused. “I’m looking for love, too.”
“We ain’t that kind of place, sir. Try the gentleman’s club across the highway.”
“No, I only want companionship; you know, Plutonic love.”