"Well, you see," explained Evelyn, "Mickey is the only woman in Juarez, or the world, for that matter, that—if a fight starts in Juarez, and she is on the U. S. side—she is sure to get into the fight before it is over. I've seen her with a bottle so deep in her skull it looked like a feather."
"Darling," said Harry, "My brother loaned me his car, just as I told you. Shall we take a little ride when you are through eating?"
"I'd love to, dear—I've never been riding around El Paso since I've been here, but where will we go?"
"Well, we could drive out the Smelter Road and back the Mesa way, or we could go up on Rim Road, on the side of Mount Franklin, or maybe you would like to drive out to Washington Park—it is beautiful at night."
"Well, if I were you," said Evelyn, "I'd go to Washington Park. At least, there's grass on the ground around there."
"Well, why isn't there grass on the ground in the other places Harry mentioned, Ev?"
"Well, you see, as far as I know—I believe the natives of El Paso have had something to do with the wearing off of the grass in said places."
"Oh, I know," smiled Pearl, "You mean cows."
"Yes—some cows, but mostly heifers."
"How do you girls feel about a drink," asked Harry.