“So, do you think the Old Cheyenne can get me in here?” I cleared my throat. “I don’t think they’re out to get you.” She half-nodded. “That’s too bad, I rather hoped they would be. But maybe I just don’t make the cut, huh?” I took a deep breath. I thought about how it is a woman’s lot to be dismissed by men. “I think they could hardly do better.”
