Well, if you’re not a whore, then I don’t know what one is.

Theodore Jacques Ralli ~ The Offering He did and revealed a compartment gleaming with many bars of gold, each easily weighing ten pounds. He whistled through his teeth.

“Where did you steal that?”

“Didn’t steal it.”

“Well, then your pimp sure did.”

She poked Ramon in the ribs with the gun. “Do not call me that!”

“What?”

“Whore. Not a whore.”

Ramon grinned. “Well, if you’re not a whore, then I don’t know what one is.” He extended his hand and she handed over the shotgun without an argument. It was preposterous to shoot the only person who could help her out of this wilderness. They both knew that.

Ramon went back to assessing the treasure. “This is from that robbery I read about, up in Utah. Mormon gold, isn’t it? You two aren’t smart enough to make that happen. What did you do, rob the robbers?”

She ignored him and sauntered back to the fire, flopping down and resting her head in her hands. She enjoyed watching Ramon. He was a beautiful man, better than any she’d seen in a long time. He had a nice voice with a pleasant accent and spoke well without swearing. He didn’t insult her the way the others had; he was a gentleman. She thought she could love Ramon. He was smart, a gentleman and a good lover. He was not weak like every other man she’d ever known.

“Not a whore and don’t say it again.” Allingham; Desperate Ride