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Don’t Flirt Too Much With Bill

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I set my suitcase down and look around the room. One bed. One lamp. One washbasin. One chair. One dresser.

A window opens out to the sight of huge grain elevators, and I realize that’s where I’ll be working in just a few days.

The railway line runs right past and soon the back-breaking work of loading the cars will occupy my days.

But my nights?

They say the saloons here are full of fighting and gambling and drinking and women, and I’m all for that. Except for the women, of course.

I left behind the only woman for me. Miss Anglin. Margaret. Read the rest of the story at “Postcard Vignettes”.

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