Spotting Deer standing beside the entryway when he pushed through the front door, Corso drifted over beside the young man. “You heading back to base?”
“Naw. Waiting for my girl to get out of the can. It got too hot and stuffy in there for me.”
“That’s all these places are good for…to get heated and stuffed,” Corso tossed out some bait. It sailed right past the good-looking Indian. “Busses running this late?”
Deer snatched a quick look at his watch. “Last one’s already left. We can drop you off at the gate if you need a lift.”
“Wouldn’t want to put you out.”
That slow grin transformed Deer’s dark face again. “No sweat. I’m not on curfew.”
The car belonged to Deer’s date, a chubby Pueblo girl with an angel face who cheerfully agreed to detour by the airbase. Tossing them a sincere than
