Longarm and the Little Lady by Tabor Evans

Author:Tabor Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group

Chapter 22

“Help you with that box, sir?”

Longarm paused, frowning for a moment, until he recognized the man who was standing on the sidewalk with his hand extended ready to take the cigar box from him. It was the same hack driver who had brought him to Eller’s shop a little while earlier.

“I’m fine, thank you.” It was only a box of cigars, after all, and certainly no great burden.

“Will you be going back to the hotel now, sir?”

“No, I don’t think so. I got the day free. Think maybe I’ll treat myself to a good meal to go with these fine cigars. D’you happen to know where a man can get a steak? Something top-notch now, grain-fed beef that’s tender and juicy and full of flavor instead of your ordinary grass-fed beef.”

“As a matter of fact I know the perfect place in the city if it’s a steak you want. Well, close to the city if not exactly downtown. From here the drive might take close to an hour, but if you are not in a hurry . . .”

“I’m in no rush and the hour is still early anyhow.”

“Then come with me, sir. My hack is just around the corner.”

“You weren’t waiting just for me, were you?”

“Actually, sir, I was not. I parked here waiting for another fare, but no else needed me before you came out. I saw you and kind of assumed you’d be wanting a ride again. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all.” The driver held the door of his cab open, and Longarm climbed inside with his precious box of cigars. Damn, but they were fine.

“Very well, sir. If you need anything, sing out.”

“Thank you.”

The body of the light coach tilted sharply when the fellow climbed up onto the high driving box. There was a momentary pause, then Longarm heard him cluck to his team and they moved off with a slight lurch before settling into a smooth and easy trot.

Longarm sat back on the upholstery with one of those splendid—what had Eller called them? Hernandez y Hernandez or something like that; the name would be on the box when he unwrapped it—smoking one of his newfound cigars and enjoying the sights of the city as they drove away from the business district and headed south.

He smiled a little to himself. Free for the day, with nary a single obligation or duty to perform. A gorgeous and hot-blooded girl to enjoy at the end of the day. And these excellent panatela cigars. It just didn’t get much better than that. No, sir, it did not.

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