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Chapter 12
Chapter 12 Tommy was the first client—the first person, really—Lila ever confided in with his secret. After the cowboy left, Lila stayed in his room, so sure he’d made a mistake. What if Tommy said something to his friends? A wrong word in jest could turn their steeds around and bring them back to the saloon, crying for Lila’s blood. He knew his lifestyle offended some; in the years he’d been plying his trade, Lila had learned early on which clients wouldn’t mind a few moments of his time and which were best to avoid. He favored slim men, virgins, or those already enamored with another. These were easy marks—hold a man missing his girl or wife, ease a hand into the front of his pants, murmur comforting words as Lila brought him to release. Quick money, and they both felt satisfied when he
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