Cemetery Jones 1 by William R. Cox

Author:William R. Cox
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: american west, colt 45, piccadilly publishing, wild west fiction, westerns general, us outlaws and lawmen, william r cox
Publisher: Piccadilly

It was noon and Miss Terwilliger, the old-maid cashier, had gone to lunch. Adam was working as teller for the first time. Abe Solomon was watching, a benign smile on his face. Sally McLaine came waltzing in with a handful of bills and a small stack of coins. She went to the window and stared.

“Adam Burr! What are you doin’ here?”

“At work,” he said, grinning.

“You’re a banker!”

“I’m a clerk. You like the idea?”

She was dubious. “I don’t know. I never met a bank clerk. Leastways not that I know of.”

He counted her money, and entered it in a book and on a piece of paper, which he filed. She watched with great interest as he gave her a receipt, scowling.

She said, “You sure have fancy handwritin’, now, don’t you, Mr. Burr?”

“Fancy doesn’t count. Accuracy counts.”

“My goodness! I don’t suppose a banker would want to be seen with a dance hall gal.” She tilted her nose.

“Why not?”

“It ain’t—it ain’t proper. Good afternoon, Mr. Burr.” She stalked out with as much dignity as she could manage, her skirt swiveling with her hips.

Sol came close to Adam and whispered, “Pay her no never mind. Already Missy Wagner is casting lamb’s eyes at you.”

Adam said, “That’s sheep eyes, sir. All I want is to learn about banking.”

“Ah, youth. Remember, Mayor Wagner is a wealthy man. Missy is a very proper young lady. Think, Adam, think of the future.”

“Yes, sir. I certainly will.” Missy Wagner was a very clever girl who could handle any part of the business of the bank, he had quickly learned. She was tall and thin and rather pretty, with large, violet eyes. She also had a quick tongue. He could not refrain from glancing at her as she sat over a new ledger in the corner. Their eyes met. She quickly looked down, her cheeks reddening.

Miss Terwilliger returned and Sol said, “Now, you two, go and eat and be back, no?”

Willy-nilly Adam left for the restaurant with Missy Wagner in tow. Passing the general store, he saw Sally McLaine at the dry goods counter. Further, she saw him, threw back her head, and turned away. Banking, he thought, was already becoming a difficult enterprise.

Missy Wagner said, “I understand you attended the College of Princeton in New Jersey, Mr. Burr. A fine institution. What did you learn in particular?”

“Nothing, really,” he said absently, thinking of Sally McLaine. “I was not a very good student.”

“Indeed.” A few steps later she said, “I don’t suppose you are aware that there is a social life in Sunrise beyond the El Sol Saloon. El Sol! The El Sol means ‘the El Sol!’”

“Well, no one asked me to lead a cotillion as yet.” She was getting on his nerves. “‘The El Sol’ is common usage and okay.”

“There will be a cotillion if those awful outlaws go away. Your friend Cemetery Jones has put a damper on all activities. People are too frightened to think of anything but danger.”

“I’ve noticed,” Adam said.

“I am no great admirer of Marshal Jones.

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