Dillon shook his head. “I’ll be there,” he said; “you don’t got to worry about me.”
He walked back behind the counter, leaving Gurney standing uncertain in the middle of the store. Then Gurney walked out into the bright sunlight. This guy Dillon got him beat. There was somethin’ phoney about him. He was no hobo, he could tell that. This guy was used to handling men. He said a thing and expected the thing done. He scared Gurney a little.
He was so busy thinking about Dillon that he didn’t see Myra walking down the street. Myra hastened her steps, but Gurney was already climbing into the car, and before she could call to him he had driven away.
Myra was quite pleased he hadn’t seen her. She had taken some trouble in dressing. Her flowered dress had been washed and ironed. Maybe it had shrunk a shade, but that didn’t worry her. She knew it showed off her figure. Her thick black hair glistened in the sunlight, and was dressed low in her neck. The seams of her imitation silk stockings were straight, and her shoes shone. She was going to have a look at Dillon.
She’d heard about Dillon the day he had moved in, but she had purposely waited until he had seen all the women in Plattsville. She thought it was time now to give him an eyeful. Walking down the street, she knew she was good. She knew the men turned their heads, and she guessed that she was going over big with this Dillon.
She walked into the empty store, clicking her heels sharply on the wooden floor. Purposely, she stood in the patch of sunlight flooding the doorway. She’d seen that trick worked before, and with her thin dress she knew she was showing plenty.
Dillon looked up. “I’ve seen it before,” he said, “it ain’t anythin’ new. Come out of the light.”
If he had struck her she couldn’t have been more furious. Automatically she moved a few paces into the shadow, then she said, “What kind of a cheap crack do you think that is?”
Dillon shitted a wad of gum from one side of his mouth to the other. “What do you want?” he said.
“A real live salesman, ain’t you?” she said, gripping her purse hard. “If you want to keep your job you gotta do better than that.”