Chapter 16
On Sundays, local law kept the doors to the Wildhorse firmly shut. No alcohol was sold on the Lord’s day, and the girls didn’t have to work. Most lingered in bed well past sun up, content in the quiet that descended over the saloon. A handful went to church, where they sat clustered together in the last pew, dressed conservatively as they listened to the preacher and winked at the men who dared look their way. Others visited friends and family; some even kept lovers on the side, a practice Lila had never understood. At his age, he knew love was something a man said only in the bedroom, and he’d long given up hope of hearing the word himself one day.
Lila was one of the gadabouts—Sunday was a day of rest, no? So he rested, tucked into the comfortable sheets of his bed. Church h
