I was polishing the counter when she came in. She wore a low slung cowboy hat, short shorts, and a heavy leather jacket over a shirt, hiding something.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a man who calls himself Jimmy Rogers now."
"What do you want with my employee?"
She sighed as she flashed a bounty hunter licence.
"He's running from the law."
I sighed and pointed to the back. She put a hand on her obvious hidden gun and walked back there.
As soon as she did, I ran out the door, glad the plastic surgery had worked well enough.
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