Among those who came early to Greenwater, none was more outstanding than a gorgeous creature with a wasp waist who stepped from the stage one day, patted her pompadour with jewelled fingers, gave the bustling town an approving glance. Then she turned to the bevy of blondes and brunettes she had brought. “It’s a man’s town, girls....”
Bystanders were already eyeing the girls; their scarlet lips and the deep dark danger in their roving eyes.
So Diamond Tooth Lil was welcomed to Greenwater and became important both in its business and social economy.
It was agreed that Lil was a good fellow. Greenwater also learned that her word was good as her bond. She kept an orderly five dollar house and if anyone chose to break her rules of conduct, he ran afoul of her six-gun. Because she could fight like a jungle beast, she was also called Tiger Lil. Somewhere along the line, four of her upper teeth had been broken and in each of the replacements was set a diamond of first quality. As Greenwater prospered so did Diamond Tooth Lil.
One day an exotic creature with a suggestion of Spanish-Creole and dark, compelling eyes dropped off the stage. She too had pretty girls and when the new bagnio had its grand opening, with champagne and imported orchestra, Diamond Tooth Lil sent a huge floral piece.
A few nights later Lil was sitting in her parlor wondering where the men were. The girls were all banked around with folded hands.
“Maybe there’s a celebration....” A moment later a belated male barged in.
“Willie, where’s everybody?” Lil asked.
Willie flicked a look at the idle girls. “Maybe,” he announced, “they’re down at that new cut-rate menage.”
“Cut-rate?” Lil cried.