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Chapter 3
3 Spur “Oh, um, yes.” With my free hand, I tipped my hat. “I am Spurgeon Drews, although since my name is a mouthful, everyone calls me Spur. I apologize to have missed you when you arrived. The stage is not usually so early.” Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at me. Studied me, just as I did her. “Spur? Intriguing name. Um… yes, the driver was in a rush to continue on.” From a doctor’s perspective, she appeared to be in her early twenties, well nourished, healthy, with hips and breasts to birth and sustain a baby. Her coloring didn’t indicate any liver problems, her eyes clear, informing me she wasn’t a lush. She wore no glasses, and it seemed my only concern was that she would lose her hearing from gun reports. From a man’s perspective, she was gorgeous. Her eyelashes and ey
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